yesterday, at an outdoor café, ANA and i were in the throes of an animated exchange wherein sordid details were being relived like wounds re-opened .
seemingly out of nowhere and without warning, a man sitting at the table to our side (and who had gone unnoticed until this point) interjected his arm (and sidekick) into our conversation.
the screen read as follows:

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BJ looks like a more homely SEBASTIAN TELLIER.

it’s so lovely when the things i read align magically with the things i watch .

and think and do.

“i’m a girl, but now i’m a boy too and i can do anything and anything and anything.”
“i’m with you, no matter what else you have in your head i’m with you and i love you.”

excerpts from HEMINGWAY’s the garden of eden