i fucking love taking the bus for real. the only thing i love more than taking the bus is taking the train. choo choo am i right. i think most human distress can be alleviated by listening to dramatic music on public transportation.
“Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I’d slept enough, I’d be okay. I’d be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
— Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation
