on Change - Bojack Horseman and Friends from College
as I walked back from my lab after another late night Netflix binge, the humid breeze lapped against my skin doing no justice to the storm brewing within. When I walked past the lights and chatter of the people around me, my innermost thoughts once again took refuge in the solitude one finds with another entitled judgemental prick at a party; the sort of love a repressed father gives to his children, unable to tell them how much their proximity and play means to him except for mock outrage at the foolishness of their actions. And though whatever flows here was also borne out of that cozy corner in a dimly lit club, what I really wondered then was how good it would be to have a soul to share this with again. The disgusting squishiness that vulnerability provides - the relief and tension of the feeling of a body sliding on top of yours, emotionally and physically. My mind turned to all the beautiful people who had inhabited my life, and it took a special depth of perspective of this...