A New Generation of Desperate Souls

Why have we evolved to the point of needing to choose between our liveliness and our happiness? What sort of world have we made for ourselves? I read the news today—a mistake I don’t often make. As I sat in a coffee shop filled with a dozen perturbed souls—working on god knows what, or at least making a pretense of it—I thumbed through the pages of the local paper someone had left on the torn leather seat beside me.

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