We find love. Corner ourselves and drown our bodies in what we are supposed to want. My torrid Autumn, covered in sin and a splash of lust. We are human and the lights are not out yet. We find love, but only in the places we dare to search. Love and lust, heart and soul, the water is warm so dive in deep. Drown yourself in me, my love.
I feel like there has to be some linearity in my life, so that I can look a template and say “well where are these other people who are doing the same thing? Oh they got a house? Well now I’ve gotta get a house” That’s how you do it, you fake it til you make it. When I look at those people and I see the way that they’ve done it, there is a very small percentage of them who are actually happy. There’s a lot of them where you can actually hear it in their voice when they talk about it, how much they regret not finishing that painting, not starting that book, not learning how to play the guitar, you know? And I realise the only people who I’ve never heard complain about where they are in life are the ones who have completely given up on that pattern that I’m judging myself against. They’re the most interesting people I’ve met in all my years of doing this. So to say that “I want to be dead with them” is sort of saying I wish I could just forget this pattern that I’ve lined up with and just let that dark out and be at peace with it.
Keith Buckley (on Underwater Bimbos from Outer Space)
