☆ STARSAILOR ☆

It is two in the morning here in Berlin, and a Russian girl is asking me about limerence . . . I have told her I know all about it, have been on the receiving end of someone else’s limerence plenty of times in my life . . . and am now lying on my rug, and have been here for hours on account of I’m not sure what else to do with my life.

I am considering briefly yanking myself back into the vertical world so as to put on MAD MAX BEYOND THUNDERDOME for the second time this week. It is a sort of comfort movie for me and I can just chill with it. I remember years ago, when I’d go to McCune’s place, he’d often have it on in the background. I understand this now.

Whenever you bring up BEYOND THUNDERDOME, someone (often a shameless fool) will invariably say: “It’s good until the second half with the kids.” They’re dead wrong. The entire movie rules. There just ain’t a single bad MAD MAX movie. Sorry, everyone!

. . . I see a new WhatsApp notification, so I suppose The Russian Girl has something new to add about the concept of limerence. And so for now I’ll get back to that. If anyone needs me, I’ll be here on the floor . . .

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