We’re not quite sure what’s going to happen next. But it’s the most catastrophic, enthralling thing that could possibly happen. Every deep unspoken part of us is coming up and out, becoming aware, and longs to merge. The risk of being hurt. We are so fucking delicate. The cookie cutter is so delicate. We bring our mayhem, our despair, our hopes. Who we believe we are, who we aren’t. What we know as true, what we don’t know. All our infernal lying. How much all this is like death.
