when I say ‘crush’

‘crush’ means that I like someone.

‘crush’ does not mean that I want to sleep with them.

sure, my crushes—challenging, interesting people—are the ones that may end up of romantic interest … but that is not implied.

I get crushes on people when I think they’re probably awesome.

I get fascinated with character.

I suppose it’s kind of foolish, as getting carried away by mystery can mean you don’t notice the rubbish.

my crushes aren’t necessarily human unicorns. mostly, they’re people I don’t know very well, but would like to know better. or people who I find compelling, without there being much reason for it.

I like to think it’s flattering … but it’s hardly a declaration of love.

I don’t know why people expect art to make sense when they accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense.
if something is beautiful, it’s an artwork. I would like it to fuck me, but that’s not imperative.
in the business of constructing meaning systems
I never wanted to think but as he thought …