Borealis 2015-2016

Suite Tea “Long before I noticed the ivy growing upon the walls of my thoughts, I fell in love with your son, and I wanted desperately to tell him that he was beautiful.”

And I rubbed my temples. And I rubbed my temples. And I longed for the day on which I would become something meaningful. I became fond of my music. I became fond of anything, anything other than the ivy climbing up the walls. I became wholesome, completely broken into pieces. I became fond of everyone, everyone who was climbing up my walls. “Once I fell upon the realization that I would never become globally significant, I ceased all pleasurable and splendid thoughts of fame and fortune. Once I came to the realization that *HE* and *HER* and *YOU* and *HIM* were out of my league, I stripped the ivy forth from my walls with such vengeance, vigor, and enthusiasm not seen by many.” Long before I noticed the ivy growing upon the walls of my temples, I fell in love with your thoughts, and I wanted desperately to become fond of anything, anything other than vengeance, vigor, or enthu- siasm. At precisely four o’clock in the afternoon, I stumbled outdoors as if I was a ghoulish thing, and gazed aimlessly at your BRIGHT and PROMISING eyes and waited patiently for you to sip your suite tea, and tell me more about myself: “This young man had been awaiting lethargically for the ivy to encompass all of his accelerating matu- ration, grandiloquent ideals, and sensible infatuations until hE HAD GROWN UP TO BECOME A STUPID OLD MAN WHO WOULD STRIKE THE GROUND HARD- ER THAN I would later STRIKE my wife, claiming that my ivy league degree justified each and every one of my actions. Because I was a part of this system before you noticed anything - even the ivy.”

Jack Russell 12.20

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