Anyone who’s experienced existential dread or a feeling of ennui will relate to this long poem. To be honest, I don’t always do well with poetry. I often feel like I’m not really getting it, or like it’s just trying to show off how smart it is. But Weatherhead’s prose isn’t stuffy like that. It hit me in a raw, real (and at the same time, surreal), down-to-earth way. Beautifully written.