Status Updates From Figli, figlie

Ah, that last part is the most painful but I guess it also explains a lot..

This is really good so far! I was worried it would be a bit too lyrical to the point of losing meaning but it toes that edge skillfully - the writing is poetic but the messages are coming through clearly. It's a beautiful meditation on social exclusion, forbidden love and pure love, queerness, maybe even the meaning of life..

DNF at 50%.

‘Now this is where you go overboard—you have to try all the confections—the pastries, the puddings, the cake, and then fruit at the end. “This is what I live for,” you declare as you set your sugar bomb down on the table.’

“Everything depends on everything else, we rely so much on one another and people are so sure that their life is all about their choice, but one loose screw and everything goes to hell.”

‘—I had the little piece of plastic with which I could cross borders while driving—I could exceed the speed limit without fear that—officer would give me a hard time about anything more than my speeding. Once I sped just to test this. My name corresponds to my picture, my picture meets your expectations, your expectations are a guarantee that I exist—we have fled to the seaside—nobody knows—the air—smell of salt—’

‘Their friendship dates back to discovering the world—before they’d taken on their life roles—a special kind—the kind we have w/ people we’d never hang out with if we’d met them as grownups—because grown-up friendships are oft friendships about roles—I understand him—I despise him—I’m sickened by his simple world and the space he takes up—w/ admiration—You look at me with surprise, I feel—We start chugging rakijas’