Anti-depressants come and go, making little difference either way to the fact that my reaction to all of life, all of God’s green earth, all of mankind, is often: So? And then, whenever I fall in love, everything is made new, including myself. My body, my brain, the way I see the simplest things. And the best part is it doesn’t even have to be the first time to work. If I fuck it up once, the next time works just as well.
