(somehow listening to this while reading the following just makes sense to me)
"i know i am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the humiliations and exaltations that light us up. i see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering at my head. but how else to live, vertical that i am, pressed down and pressing up simultaneously? i cannot assume you will understand me. it is just as likely that as i invent what i want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. some story we must have. stray words on crumpled paper. a weak signal into the outer space of each other.
the probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. the lure of it is immense. we send starships. we fall in love.”- gut symmetries ~ jeanette winterson
thank you, achtung baby, for posting this awe-inspiring quote.