The Ticking is the Bomb by Nick Flynn
There’s no point in me ever trying to properly explain why I swam for hours every morning in the pool at the Hyatt in the week my father had a stroke. Nick Flynn has done it for me. The last time I read this book was before. God how books morph in myriad ways. Reread, always reread.
Everyone I know seems to be getting wrist tattoos at the moment.
They scare the crap out of me. I don’t know how you decide to have something cut into your skin for the rest of your life. I think they can look really good but how do you get to that mental place where you’re okay with like… forever? Bodily forever?
I’m not very good with bodily forever.
Antony Gormley to NewStatesman, January 2011
sometimes i wish we were all just floating,glowing orbs of spirits without bodies
i would be a whole lot happier.
bodies are terrible. actually they’re quite wonderful and a fun means of expression but everyone just sees them as a way to judge and categorize. why should i be constantly concerned over this thing that really is no reflection of who i am on the inside. it’s so pointless and stupid and it’s not enough for me to realize it because i can’t force everyone else to understand as well. it’s just so sad.
I have nothing to add save an extremely enthusiastic nod.
