the pitt is really just about how shit sucks. it sucks so bad. there is this deeply entrenched, intentionally unempathetic dysfunction baked into the fabric of all of our institutions. we are at the mercy of these forces that are incomprehensible and insurmountable.
and yet, we gotta try.
we gotta get up everyday, face the darkness, and find balance if we can.
and we don’t have to do it alone! in fact we shouldn’t. we can’t. but we can find people to make all of the helplessness and suckiness a little more bearable. we can find people to stand on the roof with us, we can find people to hold us, we can find people to who stay when we’re mean and flippant and can’t give anything back.
the message is hope, even in the depths of despair.

















