Theoretica

Sometimes, I feel alone in my struggle to be both true to myself AND tolerable. When I feel this way, I turn to Google images to give me strength. I type in a weird sequence of words and hit search, making sure to omit booby-boomerang catch-phrases. Nobody wants to see nipple when they feel alone.

So I typed in “Wolf Parade,” since I’ve been enjoying their debut album and guess what the internet gave me.

Yeah.

I feel refueled, recharged, inspired, and obliged to continue my movement forwards into shameless, zero-gravity weirdness. Because I’m not alone.