Imagine what it would feel like to live in a culture where there wasn’t so much self-loathing? What is that even like? I am incredibly weary of so much of this: “bah humbug” “we suck” “we’re destroying the planet” “life sucks” “fuck the man” “the world is going to shit” “the holidays have turned into…
(it began and ended with super heroes) sweetness of night cold and clear the lights of the city and the telling of stories massaging out the knots mutuality (the light is nearly at its climax now) rain-soaked honeysuckle blossoms on bare skin in the morning veneration and passion (and the burgeoning fear) “In brightest day,…