Cluttered with repetitive themes and unimportant ramblings, One Day We’ll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter is a not entirely unenjoyable exercise in patience. some of the essays were strong-ish, particularly the ones about Koul’s Indian heritage, while others (particularly the first few) felt self-indulgent without much of a meaning. in fact i feel like these “essays” resemble long journal entries more than anything else. there were many times where i struggled to care at all about what Koul wrote. 

to be fair, these essays can be funny and insightful— but only sometimes. honestly, this very much feels like it’s an essay collection written by someone who works at Buzzfeed (and spoiler alert: it is).