Everyone wants to find the words that make sense of themselves, a story that speaks of their loves, their losses, their lives. Maybe that’s why no one really gives a shit about the trials and tribulations faced by Anna and Vronsky, Gatsby and Daisy, Lolita and Humbert, and Jack and Jill with their goddamn hill.

Maybe everyone goes through life that way too; living as though it were one big funeral, where no tears are shed more sincerely than those inspired by the remembrance of one’s own end.

-Anam Sufi

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