Michelle Yan · Follow 4 min read · -- Adapted from a chapter of a philosophy non-fiction book i’m currently writing and welcome thoughts Untitled, Rosaire Appel, 2024 My old man and I used to engage in the tireless pastime of hiking, as a way of bonding between two socially awkward introvert writers. It was always mid-autumn; amongst the crisp air and umber-hued nature, and in our solitary treks, where we felt our hypersensitive melancholy was somehow justified by the season.