eight years ago anthony bourdain who experienced so much of this world chose to leave it and i can’t help but think of sylvia plath’s quote “wherever i sat, on the deck of a ship or at a street café in paris or bangkok, i would be sitting under the same glass bell jar”
when Fleabag said "i'm not obsessed with sex. i just can't stop thinking about it. the performance of it. the awkwardness of it. the drama of it. the moment you realize someone wants your body. not so much the feeling of it"