It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still 40 degrees in May, anyway?).

Welcome to my favorite time of year, when we all lose our goddamn minds, but like collectively so it’s like an NSOP exercise—a time when the simulation has never worked harder: Dark Night of the Soul. 

If it involves your mouth, it’s in this photo set, I promise

The Father, the Son, and all your Vices

The chairs are all wrong, but we’ve never been righter

Lost & found

The dread of the human condition

all disturbing photos via Bwog Staff