Tiff ‘19 #7


Maybe it was the festival exhaustion setting in, or maybe the full moon tonight, but I reached a point while watching Jojo Rabbit where I was full-on ugly weeping while simultaneously laughing and if that’s not art I don’t know what is. 

On the streetcar ride home I put on Heroes and thought about how all of history is just a succession of beautiful humans falling in love and dying and here we are folks, here we are.