I opened the faucet and now the deluge of thoughts won’t cease.
I’m reflecting on the people I know/have met from Scandinavia, that I’m currently in close contact with and they live here in America in opulence.
This isn’t true for all of them, like two summers ago the woman that needed to use the bathroom from Denmark, she didn’t have an air of “aristocracy” or in todays terms, she didn’t seem like she was anywhere near the 1%, in America, not like the guys I know.
And it makes me think, if that was a prerequisite of you staying with me.
And now I think of the time in NY when you went to the bar and one of my friends, he has all this money but he still has a recent ex, that was, I assume, aware of his fortune.
I mean money doesn’t make the man, or the relationship I suppose but I go down these rabbit holes and if I don’t express myself, if I don’t talk about these fucking rabbits I obsess over them until the meter that measures my sanity ticks one mark closer to “complete and utter maniac”
Anyway.