Today I lost a little hope, tomorrow…who knows?
I woke up sweating, because I was imagining a society where Dakota Fanning was real and where kids gets punished for saying a four letter word. F**k, that wasn’t my imagination or my brain, it was that designer that I met and that model who I thought was cool, it was some guy that i worked with, who turned out to be a really bad person and now I feel more sad than before, for him and you and everyone involved. I take his Instagram handle and store it in a big grey filling cabinet that only unlocks from the inside and always has unusually perfect timing. I’m angry that I found out today, because; like the letter that arrives at the end of that movie, and it’s way too late yet still perfectly on time, I have finally found my adult vision and now understand the idea of time and knowledge, uninterrupted. It says; find two cardboard boxes and fill them to the top, then empty both and repeat. I woke up sweating, and I only ever sweat when I’m nervous and/or uncomfortable. Uncomfortable because I feel completely and entirely inside of the loop, and nervous because I don’t know how to find my way back out.Return to issues