a therapy of sorts

Sometimes nothing cuts through… so you go for an 8-mile run, eat a pasta dinner, watch the real housewives, browse endless channels of porn, walk through unknown neighborhoods, get drunk with strangers, try to read yourself tarot spreads, hook up on tinder, go to an art museum, play music very loudly. But still… nothing really cuts through. That’s when you go to that special place… called your living room. And you sit your mood down, drink the pieces of paper and cut your feelings into place.