“The only insult I’ve ever received in my adult life was when someone asked me, “Do you have a hobby?” A HOBBY?! DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DABBLER?!”
— John Waters, ‘Role Models’
— John Waters, ‘Role Models’
When the force of information breaks your bones and the recoil careens you back months. Your stomach is a sinking ship and your core is burning at a rate like all your blood is being spurned. You feel the swells and full body waves of your animal ripping through you, knowing it’s territory is long taken. Questions multiply like rats and you quickly become overrun, in all your softest places, again. You feel the blood going around in you, you feel it like you’d lost it and it is polarized to this new vicious moon, dumb regret, to the warm hands of your friends, to a moan that carries over octaves thinning around you and something like a wall you’ll need to walk through. Vast is the wrong word for distances you don’t know.
— Rachel Kushner, ‘Blanks’