Sarah Joanou

The Jester

If I'm being honest, I felt this lost before quarantine started: directionless, restless, embarrassed. I've spent so much time and energy and money working on these projects that feel so goddamn futile and absurd now. People claim to love my writing, but no one reads my work when it's longer than a Facebook status or about any subject beyond gutting myself. The only ticket people seem to be buying is one to the Museum of My Past Traumas.