For thirteen years, freedom has been one of the great loves of my life. But what happens when the thing I fought hardest to keep is no longer something I want unmitigated?

We love stories about people who refused to give up. We make considerably less inspirational merchandise for the person who looked at the available evidence and said: Actually, fuck this. And yet I've begun to wonder whether knowing when to stop requires at least as much wisdom as knowing when to continue.

A darkly funny reflection on dating apps, dwindling optimism, and the strange exhaustion of continuing to hope for something ordinary.