This small space.
Aesthetics.
Can the word be beautiful, here?
To capture. That felt.
Fixate.
Such a warm sense of glee at the discovery of a shared aesthetic. It’s that spark that always raises my passions, incompletely understood before.
Shining through madness like a beacon, it calls, and I, unable to resist, find my breath quickening. Even now, it courses through my body. The glory of the ephemeral knowledge that you are one of my nomadic tribe.
Because — you liked Palahniuk.