a cura para o nosso mundo cínico
Polygon.com. Every morning, I wake up in The Cynical World.Anger fires into my veins before the cortisol even hits. I feel my bodily functions evolving in response to the wretched world outside of my bed, Like it’s releasing an antidote to the poison seeping into my nostrils. The air gets thicker each day to counter my defense. It is an arms race with no end.Every morning, I wake up in The Cynical World. If some horror story in the news doesn’t set me off before I can get out of bed, I’ll find some other way to get my morning dose of spite. A one-sided rival running their mouth again. An innocuous opinion on a movie. A friend saying something I fully agree with, but…














































































































