I was recently helping a friend break into their brand new bong and smoking with an older girl I like at my house in the evening with the pixie lights turned on in our backyard and she asked me if I feel yearning, and I, flustered and bumblingly, said something like, “Nah, idk, I’m just trying to let life live, you know?” 💀💀💀; love and friendship are truly foolish and ludicrous, but I particularly love the last lines of this piece; better to touch someone, or better yet, to be touched, even if it means to be destroyed rather than just watch your fantasies and possibilities disappear into the oblivion of time; I think the end of Aristotle’s De Anima claims that out of the 5 senses, the sense of touch is closest to the essence of the Soul, I don’t know why this is, but it sounds beautiful so it must be true, right?; Amazing as always, but this does not need to be said, Miriam, to broken hearts once again, to more than just good intentions, and more semen (and squirt!) spilt, but it will be probably be too late by the time we realize it was spilt in the first place!
It turns out great minds think alike, as I've been recently pondering friendship as well. Perhaps differently than you I've found quite a lot of happiness in friendship, even so that being single for all of my adult life has been quietly bearable in so far as I have reams and reams of girlfriends. Precisely the fact that there is nothing to be gained in friendship makes it so ludicrous and somehow attractive, it really is a waste of time. Maybe friends are like Sunday afternoons. There is no fixed plan, no to-do list, nothing to be gained. You potter about in your house, you converse for the sake of conversing, and sometimes stumble on just what you were looking for.
I was recently helping a friend break into their brand new bong and smoking with an older girl I like at my house in the evening with the pixie lights turned on in our backyard and she asked me if I feel yearning, and I, flustered and bumblingly, said something like, “Nah, idk, I’m just trying to let life live, you know?” 💀💀💀; love and friendship are truly foolish and ludicrous, but I particularly love the last lines of this piece; better to touch someone, or better yet, to be touched, even if it means to be destroyed rather than just watch your fantasies and possibilities disappear into the oblivion of time; I think the end of Aristotle’s De Anima claims that out of the 5 senses, the sense of touch is closest to the essence of the Soul, I don’t know why this is, but it sounds beautiful so it must be true, right?; Amazing as always, but this does not need to be said, Miriam, to broken hearts once again, to more than just good intentions, and more semen (and squirt!) spilt, but it will be probably be too late by the time we realize it was spilt in the first place!
lovely piece, Miriam. Thank you for writing.
if catholic converts existed along the beam on a fulcrum i firmly believe you would be the effort to balance jd vance's load
It turns out great minds think alike, as I've been recently pondering friendship as well. Perhaps differently than you I've found quite a lot of happiness in friendship, even so that being single for all of my adult life has been quietly bearable in so far as I have reams and reams of girlfriends. Precisely the fact that there is nothing to be gained in friendship makes it so ludicrous and somehow attractive, it really is a waste of time. Maybe friends are like Sunday afternoons. There is no fixed plan, no to-do list, nothing to be gained. You potter about in your house, you converse for the sake of conversing, and sometimes stumble on just what you were looking for.