everything crumbles under deep, careful, scrutinizing examination.
i think what really resonated with me was the over reinforcement of the cause to the never ending pain, tributing a source to explain it. as if to ease the blow, bracing for impact.
anyway, nasha’s are always great to have in life. but become a nasha. embrace your inner micky 18.
ephemeral moments and feelings. people and memories, reconstructing the past
when i think about love, its multitude and depth, its variability and its unpredictability. i always circle back here. i think about what it means to know love in such a complex form and such a young vulnerable age. is this struggle love. or is it those struggling trying to love each other back to health.
i could not wait to finish so i could log how much i hated this. 🤠
