fuck yeah, chuck klosterman

There are many mornings when I feel certain that the first persepective is irrefutably true: I wake up, I feel the inescapable oppression of the sunlight pouring through my bedroom window, and I am struck by the fact that I am alone. And that everyone is alone. And that everything I understood seven hours ago has already changed, and that I have to learn again. I guess I am not a morning person.