Sometimes I'll be deep, deep in the throes of existential dread, oscillating between ennui at best and utter spiritual fatigue at the lowest (this is what chatGPT told me I was feeling), then I'l find an old photo of me and my twin sister. It's like a wink from the universe reminding me that we chose to be here together, and that's really the only thing that matters anyway. So I put the picture on my fridge.
