All The Tales, The Mythic Noise
Co-Worker: What's wrong?
Me: Gay hipster turmoil.
Co-Worker: That should be the name of your next play. Gay Hipster Turmoil.
Me: BUT IT WOULDN'T BE INTERESTING AT ALL.
It's been a surreal few days. I got choked up watching Hillary Clinton's concession speech, not because I'm happy Barack Obama will be the next president (and I am happy, and he will), and not because I feel bad for her (and I do, even though she's an asshole) -- I got choked up because I was jealous. Because she gets to stop running. Because sometimes failure is a relief.
If there's one thing I've realized over the past few days, it's that failure (while tempting) is not an option.
I am so in love with being alive, even the chronic pains in my neck feel joyful.
It's summer, and the air won't let you forget that you're here.
It hurts but I'm glad.
Love
Dan
Me: Gay hipster turmoil.
Co-Worker: That should be the name of your next play. Gay Hipster Turmoil.
Me: BUT IT WOULDN'T BE INTERESTING AT ALL.
If there's one thing I've realized over the past few days, it's that failure (while tempting) is not an option.
I am so in love with being alive, even the chronic pains in my neck feel joyful.
It's summer, and the air won't let you forget that you're here.
It hurts but I'm glad.
Love
Dan



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