How do you not swoon over stylish, well-cut clothes with top stitching and fancy zipper pulls? It's all so shallow and stupid, but you can't help yourself.
How do you force yourself to like playing with your kids? They're your kids and you adore them, but you are not at all keen on hopping across the floor on pillows trying to escape imaginary crocodiles.
How do you stop daydreaming your way through the hours?
How do you keep away the revolving thoughts of death, of not existing, that push through your mind on a creaking, endless turnstile?
How do you stop wanting more?
How do you put down the cookies?
How do you remember anything at all without writing it in at least five places?