23.5 - by vincent huang - a slice of my mind

Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe. Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in. I want an excuse to change my life. …I beg you to press your heel against my throat—not enough to ruin me, but just so—just so I can almost see your face— (from CATASTROPHE IS NEXT TO GODLINESS) my housemate once told me 23 is the worst year of your life. i’m just over halfway done with it now and i am quite certain that this is unequivocally false, or at least that the way in which 23 is bad is complicated. the way i would describe it is that the last six months have been some of the best i’ve ever had, but there’s also a massive well of anxiety always present in the background it’s difficult to describe but i think the anxiety is mostly about not knowing the broader shape of my life - which of my friendships are going to persist? how permanent is living in sf? how long am i going to be single for? what are the most important problems i’m going to work on? i ha

Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe. Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in. I want an excuse to change my life. …I beg you to press your heel against my throat—not enough to ruin me, but just so—just so I can almost see your face— (from CATASTROPHE IS NEXT TO GODLINESS) my housemate once told me 23 is the worst year of your life. i’m just over halfway done with it now and i am quite certain that this is unequivocally false, or at least that the way in which 23 is bad is complicated. the way i would describe it is that the last six months have b