You Have No New Messages

You get it. After the fifth text with no response, x doesn't want to talk to you. Your partner or someone in your small circle of mourners points out that it may not have anything to do with you. Perhaps the person you're trying to connect with is dead or at the very least having an IRS audit. The idea that anybody is too preoccupied with their own life to pay attention to your increasingly urgent missives is a hard nut to swallow. Indeed, it's rarely true that whatever it is has nothing to do wIth you. If your attempts go answered, the person who is receiving them is simply telling you to fuck off. What have you done? In fact it's almost consoling to think there's one incident that caused the breakup rather than mere indifference. In the former case you still retain your agency as opposed to experiencing the cosmic yawn that lies at the heart of existence. If you don't face death you're living an inauthentic existence is how Heidegger put it. Authenticity may be one of the backhanded rewards that derives from being rejected.

read "Frankel" by Francis Levy, Vol. 1 Brooklyn

and listen to "Please Mr. Postman" by The Marvelettes