knowable cruelty, consistent and dependable
On my mind:
"What they have now they can never have back again. But for her the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain that she used to feel, of being unworthy. He brought her goodness like a gift and now it belongs to her. Meanwhile his life opens out before him in all directions at once. They’ve done a lot of good for each other. Really, she thinks, really. People can really change one another.”
Uhmmmmm… anyways, I saw Bottoms (2023) last night and it was phenomenal. And not even because I treated myself to a diet coke after 3pm (illegal). Comedy is so back, baby. The unfortunate consequence of my dalliance with the theater is that I just finished a package of gummy worms from last night that I’ve been working through the morning/after lunch and now I feel illl! It’s comforting how consistent some things are. The world keeps spinning. Eating more than 5 gummy worms keeps hurting my stomach. C’est la vie or whatever.
It’s hard being a narrative genius. I didn’t sleep at all last night, only falling asleep around 5am after a fan edit of Normal People made me kind of misty-eyed (and no, not the 20 second montage of scenes of Paul Mescal sobbing) and I finally decided to stop scrolling. Things are looking bleak in the material world, yes, but I feel like I’m regressing with such a quickness to my teenage interests and endeavors that my inner worlds have never been quite so rich and stimulated. Do not ask me when the new installment of Untold is going to drop. I don’t even know. It’s not my business. OK, bye, love you.
xx.