Davila's work is not an ode to what is incorrectly termed as that “teenage feeling,” but rather a welcoming to all that is madness: hopelessness, no expectations, despair, exhaustion, and depression. Tired is neither a cry for help, nor a desire for self-explanation; it is, simply put, trying to accept the unacceptable. The image is that of a floating head; a floating mind; a sickened individual; an exhausted presence. With the individual in Tired staring aloof and surrounded by nebulous matter, it is indeed obvious that the feelings of despair are all that is nothing new.