May 31 2012 ∞
“ To say I didn’t get their themes — love, sex, drugs, and women — would be an understatement. Sex was just an abstract concept, the eventual byproduct of kissing furiously in the boiler room, impossible to consider on any sort of physical level. I loved my family, but I didn’t know that sort of furious, eating its own tail, self-destructive love that comes from mutually miserable people pushing and pulling at each other, exacerbating the pain with drugs.
Yes, the whole essay is this wonderful, and I can’t wait until Niina and I aren’t the only ones who get to read it.