I’m confused as to what Sam and I are trying to do. It’s a barely-relevant burger pop up, yet Softies is taking over every corner of my room and mind. There’s no money in it. Our follower count is unimpressive. I’m so tired. I’ve noticed that tired is more tired when you don’t know what you’re tired from.I feel unmoored, as my best friend used to say. A boat, she’d write, with no anchor. All this? For what, and for whom?
Softies is for no one
I’m confused as to what Sam and I are trying to do. It’s a barely-relevant burger pop up, yet Softies is taking over every corner of my room and mind. There’s no money in it. Our follower count is unimpressive. I’m so tired. I’ve noticed that tired is more tired when you don’t know what you’re tired from.I feel unmoored, as my best friend used to say. A boat, she’d write, with no anchor. All this? For what, and for whom?