Collect Call - The unbearable intensity between a son and Emily Haines.
Sometimes I feel that all I'd like to do is to express what I am feeling, with words or paint or my body somehow. What is complicated is that more often than not what I "feel" is nothing else but longing. Most of the times for other feelings, people, or memories, or fantasies. All of that is so damn hard to express that I end up not doing it, cooking it inside hoping it will eventually come out as art (it doesn't). And then, some other times, my feelings are just an excited mess about videogames, movies, TV shows, or some other shallow stuff that turns me on. And even all that feels so terribly uncommunicable that aloneness becomes such a good friend. The one that too often you want to play all the games, watch all the movies, enjoy all the sex and do all the traveling with.
