Rating The Reply Guys

We exist in a miasma of performances of the self. Everyone’s pretending.

Hi,

I am writing to you from the depths of despair as I experience the combination of a cold and what I assume is pink eye. I’m googling symptoms, throwing back gallons of eyedrops, and feeling sad I had to miss a screening of Alien I’d booked tickets to.

Trust me: No-one wants to sit next to me right now.

This as the last sighting of me before I turned in…