The birth of numbspsych was never meant to be simple. It belongs to the restless souls of the ’99 generation, those who clashed head-on with the world around them.
In the 2010s, it found itself among the ones who couldn’t quite hold on—the “ungraspables.” Its adolescence was shaped by the raw melancholy of that unforgettable novel written by a fragile yet striking author.
But numpsych is not just me. It’s one of you. Not built on concrete foundations, perhaps, but still capable of brushing against your smallest moments—sometimes through your favorite color, sometimes in a memory you didn’t even know you shared.
And once in a while, when you least expect it, numpsych will whisper:
“I wasn’t the only one.”