the feeling that no matter what you do something is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo—as if there’s some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you and they're all trying to help, but you keep disappointing them.
"I feel like I can't get anywhere in the world. How do you do it?"
"I dunno, I thought you knew."
"Oh. Is that the pâro thing that I heard about last week?"
"I dunno, I thought you knew."
"Oh. Is that the pâro thing that I heard about last week?"
by translucency March 07, 2019
the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.
by translucency March 07, 2019
the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.
by translucency March 07, 2019