boys are evil and don't appreciate art
it's absolutely soul crushing to share a piece of media with someone who doesn't appreciate it. i often find it difficult to connect with my younger brother without having shared media to discuss. so I finally showed him my favorite movie, dead poets society of course, and his reaction was to call Neil stupid and say that the overall film was "ok, kinda funny sometimes". meanwhile I had cried twice and was shaking and sobbing.
it's ok. he's not an artist. it didn't move him the way it moved me and it doesn't have to. and yet I find myself disappointed and upset that he'll never want to "carpe diem" or suck the marrow out of life. that he'll never let out a barbaric yawp or be good REALLY good.
i dunno. just thoughts
parasite
we cling to traditions, making love to the ghosts of the past
to the institutions that cradle us, though the bassinet is bramble, we will always manage to sleep
the independent woman is a fairytale, as is the independent man, wished away after midnight
like a dream too hazy to remember, it's an idea we can smell but not taste
different from my regular content but I'd like to introduce you to my Dr. James E Wilson snowglobe
he likes it in there
HA NEVERMIND WE'RE BACK I'M GOOD
i feel like shit
potential is a terrifying power we humans hold
to know that we could be anything, that we are everything
that it could shift or vanish in an instant
that nothing may matter later, but everything matters now