“I’ll be honest with you. Writing this chapter made me feel insane. Sitting at my desk, cataloguing how I became the kind of human that obliterates their body with work, patches it back together with self-care, believes my specialness makes my behavior elevated, and logs all my psychotic acts on an expensive watch that tracks and reports my every move, is beyond dystopian. I get that.”
–Wendy Syfret, The Sunny Nihilist: A Declaration of the Pleasure of Pointlessness