We are not winners. We are mantras. We are encouraging words sent to each other in emails that we won’t really mean. We are inspirational quotes on posters with rays of light piercing clouds while beautiful people look on. We are the two-sentence explanation that solves what ails the protagonist. We are the ones who know, not so deep down inside, that next year will be no different from the last. We are the dozens of therapists who ran out of techniques to lay siege against our fortress of failure. We are winning at losing, and you will never stop us.
So he says. So he says.
