Joshua Krook

“Here was my generation; lost of all hope, bereft of all ideas, struggling between a desire to be left alone, and a push by the crowd to be out in the crowd itself; to be there, captured in a photograph, swinging between dances and clubs and selfies in late-night booze ups between this side of heaven and the not-so-great other side; flung out onto walls and celebrated as celebrities, silent and still in cheap all-night bars; cheap nights and cheap regrets; no religion; post-morality; losing out on cold winter mornings with outcasts and nerds despised by a growing group of same-thinkers, self-fostering a public image of themselves; when their private lives were oh so sad and lonely, scrolling through feeds of parties they were at or were never at all, hoping to God that their dreams would still exist come morning.”
― Joshua Krook, A Thing Beyond Hope