I figured that I would take a break from my Impossible Divide series, focusing on the recent ideological history of the Republican political party, and instead focus on something a bit more personal and more existential... This month, I will be turning 39 years of age, the last year I can adequately call myself a ‘young adult’. This is something that has left me understandably distressed, and doubly so given the economic/social – and from there political – turmoil from the past few years. Ever since the late 2010s, I have been stuck in a netherworld that has been hard for me to grasp in its absurdity, even though I know that the absurd is normal. Furthermore, since the Satan’s Breath pandemic developed in 2020, that absurdity has grown more prevalent and more menacing, and has been coupled with a surreal boredom, one that I fear will never end until my life ends. All the while, I have begun to dread what I will become as I start to make my move to middle-age adulthood, something th...