Somethings are not solved just by knowing the answer, because not everything in our lives run by rationality. Frequently, we're locked in ourselves. We need a fuck-up to turn us around, someone's disappointment, someone's shrug, someone's wise words, someone's broken heart. We need that to finally turn around to the answer, something that may have been obvious, or perhaps not, but to finally clearly see it. At its utmost clarity, we move on.

If only loneliness was as cool as the indie movie heroes of romantic tragedy or something, as the dirty basement room, or the fluttering fans, it would not have been this chilly.


Stabilizers,
Michael