A friend of a friend swore by it—said it was the only place that made her feel “spiritually sore.” I ClassPassed my way in once and lasted twenty minutes. The place was so dark I couldn’t see my reflection. I walked out mid-session and felt like I owed someone an apology, but I wasn’t sure who.
Nietzsche once wrote,
God is dead. And we have killed him.
Most people mistakenly think he was celebrating. He was actually terrified. And I understand why.
Social media isn’t real.
Tune into Radio WOO instead.
