I’ve been watching more horror movies/series, letting myself be elsewhere
More like just “The Haunting” Series (Hills + Bly) and Hereditary with a friend- but still,
I forgot how much I love horror/thrillers- theres something about it
And i’m not really one for the blood and gore
I frankly don’t think my heart can handle the sudden scares
its the story of it all…there’s a mourning, a sort of “left behind” that remains

I think it was in the Hills series where Shirley says, “When we die, we become stories“
And I haven’t stopped thinking of stories since-- especially how much they matter?
It reminded me of Ocean Vuong’s interview on On Being, “A Life Worthy of Our Breath”
That podcast episode, I think about so so often,
I feel so differently about fire escapes ever since.
the way we speak about ourselves, to ourselves
to each other- we carry words

https://onbeing.org/programs/ocean-vuong-a-life-worthy-of-our-breath/
(the unedited version, if you have the time)