One obsessive thought I had during the horrible early days of the COVID-19 pandemic was that I had to survive and stay mentally whole so I could see the art that was going to come out of it. Art-response to crises is inevitable. This was not what I was hoping or looking for and I didn't like it at all. But I also really loved it, because I love unpleasant honestness and failure and misunderstandings. Probably more meaningful to those involved in the heterosexual sphere. But I think anyone could read it and get something very different out of it. Graphic novel!
every now and again i like to browse random thoughts on the P.I. search and giggle about my finds,,, feels like a hug (and sometimes a deep dive to the psych ward [thank you all])
