“The floorboards of his apartment show worn paths where he paces each day, bathroom to kitchen to living room to bathroom again. His thoughts repeat the same way: anger, tiredness, and hunger. Nothing ever changes. Sometimes we suspect his apartment could crumble around him, and there he would be, hovering in space, listening to the hum of his own anxiety. The routine stands tall against our advances.”
—“Where the Bees Are Going,” by Andy Holt