There’s a satisfying simplicity to the language in this book. When you feel sad you don’t really want to get fancy with language. When you’re hurt you don’t care about painting a picture. Those sorts of things don’t really matter to you at that point. When you’re sad, you just want to lay the facts on the table like puzzle pieces, to see if you can make any sense of it. And if there’s no sense to be made then sometimes the only thing that feels right is to sit and stare at the pieces.
I thought it was bad to participate in these videos, like in order to purge yourself of these negative vibes you’re spreading them out into the world, infecting everyone who comes into contact with them. But it kind of makes you feel better, like like you’ve pooled your collective sadness into something ridiculous and funny in hindsight.