And Then I Woke Up

by Malcolm Devlin

When I say this is a love story, I mean this is a story about someone who believed in something impossible and beautiful and dangerous with such strength of character and devotion that they followed the thread of it all the way to the very end, no matter what the world threw at them.

Night means darkness, darkness means introspection, introspection dredges up all kinds of monsters and my god, do those bastards keep us busy until dawn.

And I remember thinking to myself, look at these poor fools. They’re still going about what they think of as normal life. They’re still acting out impulses to consume, consume, consume. Staring at blank televisions, pawing away at phones and laptops like they actually mean something.

me during my weekly existential crisis

“Look, man,” I said. “I just want to wake up.” He nodded. “Don’t we all,” he said.

Love, more than anything, is relative,