my boyfriend, who hates me, made me sit through a youtube video about the nostalgia critic’s miserable waste-of-time review of THE WALL and after crashing out half a dozen times at bad faith interpretations and mindnumbingly poor arts criticism, i made him actually watch THE WALL with me.

hugely nostalgic for me. my mom would go through hyperfixations on things when i was a kid and when i was 10 or so, she got really realiy into the The Wall/Final…

when i was a kid, i had a friend who moved away. we kept in touch by phone calls and doing this thing where we would keep a diary/scrapbook type situation and on the infrequent times we would be able to see each other, we would swap the notebooks and write in each others diaries to trade back.

we made up codenames for each other with the intention that when the notebooks were filled, we would leave them at a…