Kelly Catchpole

Lucky for you, artistic sadness—like friendship, orgasms, and the Rhode Island State Driver’s License—can be easily faked to produce the desired outcome.

Never in the course of human history has there been a group so reviled as mine: we, the lucky, the shining, are forced to hide our flawless, exceptional natures! In the era of the narcissism of the unworthy, we hide in the shadows of a great swell of dull, odorous, unpleasant individuals believing that their opinions and experiences are as valid as our own.