first story from Bed by Tao Lin
“You had to keep your life under control. Preempt it. You had to let it know that you were not happy. Though maybe you didn’t. Maybe it was that you should let things go, be tolerant and easy-going and not ever worry. Ease yourself towards acceptance and quietude, towards, what though—death? No; that didn’t seem right. You were supposed to resist death.”
