My roommates and I used to read Nasreddin stories aloud when we were stressed about school but graduation is coming and now they feel forced and hollow and we're all pretending everything is the same when we know it isn't.
More people experience this than they realize.
The approaching end has drained meaning from the very practices that once brought comfort, leaving everyone performing connection rather than feeling it.
“Where Are You with Nasreddin Hodja's stories — wisdom through absurdity?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.