Enneagram Four

You know the look. That wide-eyed, clenched-jaw, “Nope I’m not dying inside, thank you very much!” expression we’ve all worn at least once (or 472 times) while quietly contemplating how to fake our own disappearance and start over as a goat herder in the Alps. Some people cry. Some people clean. Some people turn into…

You wake up. Your head is pounding. There’s straw in your mouth, someone’s goat is sniffing your face, and a nearby man is dying of what looks like fourteen different illnesses, all of which you’ve only heard about in old-timey novels where everyone is named something like “Willifred the Elder.” You’ve been yeeted, quite unceremoniously,…