This was beautiful—loved the passages on how being in love encourages an intense, almost absurd dramatization of small moments: "The lover becomes this way—agonized by their own small-scale tragedies that turn out to be comedies. Just the body in want of something that it has not yet formulated the language to ask for…"
& "It relieved my suffering to admit that I was not really suffering at all. Once again I found myself laughing at my own tendency to be dramatic. Everything was still beautiful."
This essay was prolific! Your writing stirs up so much in my heart. In a novel I’m reading, someone said that jet lag is your soul catching up with your body. This reminds me of how you describe the disconnect between your body and mind when you try to sleep.
I read this piece yesterday afternoon and evening (I started in the afternoon, had to go to work, and continued in the evening). I couldn’t stop thinking about it while working. I’m always afraid to comment on posts because I know I want to say so much but it just comes out as ramble, but anyways. This piece felt alive to me. It felt confronting and reassuring. You have a beautiful way of pacing; it felt rhythmic almost. And every time I would get into a certain rhythm, I’d get halted or get the breath knocked out of me and the rhythm would change. It read like a beautifully thought out and well constructed stream of consciousness. I feel like I just read your diary that’s actually my diary. I sort of laugh-cried through it.
Simply put, this made me feel seen. Truthfully but compassionately and comedically.
Also I will now be getting into Barthes because how can I not after this.
So anyways, thank you! And I can’t wait to devour all of your other work!
Going to go be melodramatic and laugh at myself afterwards, then probably stand outside in the cold to feel something!
Thank you for making these big emotions feel like something I might be able to hold and talk to. 🫶🏿💐
Gosh, this was SO wonderful to read. Thank you for engaging so deeply with the essay. It is really touching to know it touched you and you could relate. It’s good to be us, dramatic romantics that we are ❤️
oh wow.. this is the first piece i’ve read by you and i adore it so much i had to subscribe right away! the way you describe the intensity and absurdity of love and longing is so beautiful (and painfully relatable... i am also said to be dramatic when i’m in love lol)
i love how comic and fun this was to read! also, saw myself in your descriptions of being dramatic and then perceiving the drama and laughing it off hahahaha
This was beautiful—loved the passages on how being in love encourages an intense, almost absurd dramatization of small moments: "The lover becomes this way—agonized by their own small-scale tragedies that turn out to be comedies. Just the body in want of something that it has not yet formulated the language to ask for…"
& "It relieved my suffering to admit that I was not really suffering at all. Once again I found myself laughing at my own tendency to be dramatic. Everything was still beautiful."
wow this really throw out that "everything is broken, that's how light gets in" thank you for writing this evana <3
This essay was prolific! Your writing stirs up so much in my heart. In a novel I’m reading, someone said that jet lag is your soul catching up with your body. This reminds me of how you describe the disconnect between your body and mind when you try to sleep.
love you evana <3
Sooooooo good
<3 :,)
I subscribed immediately. This was so beautiful, I can’t even put it into words—I keep coming back!
THANK YOU!
Hi Evana!
I read this piece yesterday afternoon and evening (I started in the afternoon, had to go to work, and continued in the evening). I couldn’t stop thinking about it while working. I’m always afraid to comment on posts because I know I want to say so much but it just comes out as ramble, but anyways. This piece felt alive to me. It felt confronting and reassuring. You have a beautiful way of pacing; it felt rhythmic almost. And every time I would get into a certain rhythm, I’d get halted or get the breath knocked out of me and the rhythm would change. It read like a beautifully thought out and well constructed stream of consciousness. I feel like I just read your diary that’s actually my diary. I sort of laugh-cried through it.
Simply put, this made me feel seen. Truthfully but compassionately and comedically.
Also I will now be getting into Barthes because how can I not after this.
So anyways, thank you! And I can’t wait to devour all of your other work!
Going to go be melodramatic and laugh at myself afterwards, then probably stand outside in the cold to feel something!
Thank you for making these big emotions feel like something I might be able to hold and talk to. 🫶🏿💐
Gosh, this was SO wonderful to read. Thank you for engaging so deeply with the essay. It is really touching to know it touched you and you could relate. It’s good to be us, dramatic romantics that we are ❤️
oh wow.. this is the first piece i’ve read by you and i adore it so much i had to subscribe right away! the way you describe the intensity and absurdity of love and longing is so beautiful (and painfully relatable... i am also said to be dramatic when i’m in love lol)
so kind of you. glad you subscribed and it resonated <3
i love how comic and fun this was to read! also, saw myself in your descriptions of being dramatic and then perceiving the drama and laughing it off hahahaha