the big empty middle

“He who smelt it, dealt it.”

—George Washington

Did you know? There was an 18th-century French architect named (get ready) Eustache Saint-Fart!


There are times one replaces the selfish fantasy of being ‘worth something’ with the doubly-trebly childish fantasy of being ‘of use’.


The idea is presumably to make people forget their problems—by asking them to rescue you from your problems.


How nice!


And when it turns out that one can never be of the slightest help to someone close, not only is one desolate, but the onerous task of consoling one falls to that very person.


How nice!