In October, my feelings of dread spiked, so I decided to buy a Rolex.
At the start of 2016, I had a bad feeling. Time was not working right. Some weeks were as snappy as days, others were as elastic as months, and the months felt as if they were either bleeding into one another three at a time-Jabruarch-or segmenting into Gregorian-calendar city-states. Feb. Rue. Airy. Something was wrong with the world.
One day in February, I took a ride on the subway. This was a rare occurrence. Si...