Sometimes it's best to let yourself unravel until there is nothing left. Turns out knowing you're completely out of control is the most relaxing state of all. When she's having sex with her boss, Iris likes to have the lights on so he can see how much younger she is than his wife. She likes watching her colleagues eat unhealthy lunches at their desks while her stomach aches with emptiness. She likes coasting at work knowing she's going to land a big promotion anyway.
So why, when it arrives, does she find herself sprawled on the hallway floor, crying uncontrollably ? Why, instead of triumph, does depression threaten to overwhelm her ? And why does she only seem capable of making choices that cause her more pain ?
