Mauvais Sang, 1986
Texting with Charity all day. Both of us asking, “Where’s the magic? Where’s the magic? Why does everyone squander the magic?”
But of course I also saw a pink spray painted heart on the ground today, under my feet, and then a blue “Godd” an hour later, so I know there’s always magic floating around. That’s one of the problems. So much magic and almost no one’s up for it.
This isn’t/wasn’t really a summer. It was some weird kind of interim? As though I fell into a well and learned to live there until I get out. Will I ever get out? That would be magic.
And then these movie lines about magic tonight, while watching Mauvais Sang. While thinking about and wanting magic.