And it's like we're not supposed to dance at all anymore.

How strange it is to be anything at all.

"Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit — all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them."

its going to be okay but its going to be different

I'm so emotional about dinosaur stuffed animals,,, there are these creatures, extinct long before any of us were alive, but we found their bones and their eggs and their footprints. And we made drawings and models of what they could've looked like. And we made them into stuffed animals so we could hold them. We made them soft so we could love them.

do you think it'll all be okay? yeah. even if it won't i've got people to love in the meantime

Freshman year of college I took a film history class with my friend Dan and every SINGLE day he would turn to me with the most sincere, earnest enthusiasm and say, "we're watching a movie in class today!" One of the greatest ongoing bits, and I think about it all the time.

i make coffee. i pretend i'm in love with the idea of being alive

Meh. I'll make it. I always do.