We Are All Just Raw Sacks of Meat

On living with empathy in a world without it

A visualization of all of our feelings right now. (Image via Getty)

This year has been one protracted meltdown. A few nights ago, I sent a message to an ex-boyfriend. It was just one word: “Boo.” In the morning, I was humiliated. Why had I done it? I didn’t really want to talk to him. I wasn’t interested in rehashing old business. But I was tired. Vulner…