"all of the music, movies and literature I horde, I would gladly trade for one meaningful conversation with a stranger"

lately I've been noticing a craving for conversation. Much like the saddening withdrawal of Vitamin D that I will be experiencing in a few short weeks, my body is signaling to me the necessity to communicate. I would love nothing more than to make this happen, but it seems more difficult than one would think. I don't even know what I want to talk about: books, movies, politics, the creation of the universe - I've given up on the hope of intimacy through touch and now need to resort through intimacy with words. I think I just have an unhealthy obsession with dialogue and somehow think that even a little meaningless chatter might make me feel more motivated to seize the day.

J.D. SALINGER

“Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behaviour. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as some day, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.”

tattoo

"I have been have in love with easeful death"

"everything you need is already inside"

I'm running out of things to say. Trying to stay happy.