maybe we don't need the brush.
I don't know why, but I was going to watch Hereditary on netflix but scrolled past this and instantly put it on.
When I first saw it, it didn't hit me that hard, but now something about seeing it in the safety of my own home, reminding me of my own anxieties and depression, it feels real. it's uncomfortable and real.
I wonder what's happened in the interim year since first seeing it to affect me so - I've produced and directed a few things, turned 30. Maybe these things aged me, to the point where at first I was reognising myself in Tully, but now, watching this over dinner, I'm faced with the idea I have become a Marlo.