Subtitled check your developed-nation privilege and mundane first-world problems.  But sometimes, someone has the felicity of expression that so neatly coincides with a mild and probably passing case of what-has-my-life-come-to that it needs to be repeated out of fear, perhaps, that within lies a kernel of truth. Whatevs. It spoke to me.  "Cram the wild, … Continue reading Truth Bomb? Or something, something, life.