whereas I went to the woods—but sometimes I wonder if she’s had something in her brain removed. The thing that worries. The thing that needs a rest. A proper meal. She seems more like a plant than a person. Only needing sunlight and water. This simplicity is what annoys me, more than her bikini body. It’s like she’s some secret existential Jedi master who knows all the rest is bullshit. And if complications are bullshit to her, I wonder if I’m bullshit too.
