Writing is a notoriously bad life decision if one has goals of either financial security or sanity. Kafka worked in an asbestos factory to pay the bills. Jack London sailed to Alaska to join a gold rush, where he developed scurvy and lost four teeth. Cheryl Strayed was a New York Times bestseller and on a book tour for Wild when…

We are so good at celebrating beginnings, but we tend to pity people during endings. But what if there was a different kind of tradition around quitting? A party with everyone you love there, and speeches. People would dress in violet, for violet is the colour of self-respect and restored optimism, and they would eat cake with a big Q on top, for Quit.

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