eat a peach, neil

I was born in the exact right generation I love being an unmarried woman in my twenties with my own bank account and no children

my sexual tantasy Is to have someone notice my absence and wonder about me

i’m haunted i’m unfuckable and i love you

One must imagine Sisyphus getting some sort of sick sexual pleasure out of all that

stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.

Set design by Gilbert Deflo and William Orlandi, Giuseppe Verdi, “Luisa Miller”, Opera Bastille, 2011

every forest is enchanted btw. stop being stupid and look with your eyes

god, your worst warrior needs money