DINO

it was the first fictional thing that’s made me cry in three years.

on fluoxetine - at least for me - i find it difficult for fictional media to evoke an emotional response in myself. the chemical reaction seems to suppress that portion of my brain: “if it’s not real, there’s no reason to be sad about it.” almost like a guardrail, so i don’t fall into an abyss of manufactured sadness.

falsettos is a musical about, plainly - family and love, which are the most universal themes available; all-encompassing. it is about a jewish family and all their rickety parts that form an amalgamated cube. everyone loves everyone. everyone hates everyone. the lines are thin and the passion is fervid.

it’s been almost three years since a fictional story has made me cry. i am so lucky for it to have been falsettos. the writing, staging, singing and acting were beyond my expectations. it’s a story that’s managed to break down my chemically-induced emotional barriers, and therefore: it is deeply human.

if you like musicals, even if you don’t - please watch it. the whole pro-shot is on youtube.

the first meal after years of starvation — will’s warm and salty mouth. two bloodied men on the beach, sand-coated and squirming; a helicopter could cast bone-white light onto their forms and classify them animals. creatures swept in by the tide. which wasn’t far from the truth.

hannibal’s wound ached, burrowed deep into his abdomen, but will’s animal kiss was enough to tend it. will’s tongue searched his teeth, his throat, scavenging like he’d never been satiated.

hannibal felt light. could have been blood loss, but he blamed it on will’s sucking hunger.

waves lapped over their feet. the moon seemed to pulse like an organ. he thought about the anatomy of the earth, how tree roots were nerves or veins, soil as muscle mass, bedrock as bone.