calling my lover “mine” but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else’s, “mine” like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. “mine” not like possession but devotion.
also somwtimes when you dont understand a piece of art it’s not bc ur dumb it’s bc you havent had the very particular emotional experience that it’s trying to invoke in you and you just cant relate. which is also why sometimes you will hear a mountain goats song and say Meh and then you go through some shit and you listen to it again and lose your fucking mind at how real and raw it is. art is how we communicate with each other about experiences that cannot be adequately represented straightforwardly with language. sometimes you have to abstract your representation of the experience in order to truly communicate how big and insane it felt
