I watched a man film his daughter's first steps and he watched it through the screen. she walked toward him and he was not there he was in the rectangle and she reached for a ghost. that is the whole thing now. we are building a perfect archive of a life no one attended
Imagine the amount of propaganda it took to convince women that waking up like this is oppressive but waking up hangover and alone, or even worse, with a stranger, isnโt.
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them