Status Updates From Monnaie de singe

I’ve fallen asleep while [re-]reading the first 50 pages so many times that I’ve read the entire length of this book twice over, but it’s become some kind of Bill Murray dystopian comedy.

"why you deliberately took certain people to break your intimacy, why these people died, why you yet took others...will my death be like this: fretting and exasperating? Am I cold by nature, or have I spent all my emotional coppers, that I don't seem to feel things like others?"