Thursday the 2nd to Sunday the 5th of June 2016. Connections and friendship.
My first scribbles of reflection. The weekend of the 3rd of June. It saw the death of Muhammad Ali and the championship victory of Michael Bisping. The first English UFC Champion.
Monday resumes dreary, finds my eyes dry and limbs heavy, missing friends. I’d felt a disconnect growing with them. They seemed to be drifting further, our meetings became increasingly infrequent. Thursday and Friday I was lifted. Even bad music is transcendent if you love it enough, if you’re screaming the lyrics with your friends. We saw Astronautalis two nights running and took in the science museum in between.
Sometimes it feels like it might be safer not to love anyone. In a sweaty room, THC vaguely present in brain, alcohol vaguely pleasant in blood stream, I remembered why I do. Me and Ben are brothers…
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