In Company

Our first act upon entering the world is a scream—a visceral reaction to the discomfort of existence. From the scratchy irritation of a wool turtleneck to the overwhelming weight of life’s existential complexities, living is, at its core, an uncomfortable experience.

Yet, we often convince ourselves that we are alone in this unease. We isolate, overthink, and succumb to overstimulation. Therein lies a great irony and contradiction: The privacy of a person’s discomfort is, in fact, a shared experience.