All these things I say about adulthood are half-truths. For all of the apprehension I hold towards a stereotypically adult life, I still cook and clean and pay the bills as best I can. But the apprehension is there. It lingers. In the back of my mind, I wonder: am I living with my “youth” as best as possible?
Personal issues have left me static. To a friend or two, I said, “Why are we back there, in high school, in the some of the most frustrating, complicated, annoying years of our lives?”
I know this much: my actions are as a 23-year-old woman, not a 13-year-old girl. What I’m saying is that it’s easy to be petty when the circumstances are ripe. Romantic situations bring out the worst in us. I try to steer clear of the drama but there’s a compulsive quality to constant troubles. It makes us feel alive. It brings action to days that bleed into more days.
“Price’s autopsy revealed that he had been stabbed at least 37 times, in both the front and back of his body with many of the wounds extending into vital organs. Several hours after Price had died, Knight skinned him and hung the skin from a meat hook on the architrave of a door to the lounge room. She then decapitated him and cooked parts of his body, serving up the meat with baked potato, pumpkin, zucchini, cabbage, yellow squash and gravy in two settings at the dinner table, along with notes beside each plate, each having the name of one of Price’s children on it; she was preparing to serve his body parts to his children. A third meal was thrown on the back lawn for unknown reasons and it is speculated Knight had attempted to eat it but could not and this has been put forward in support of her claim that she has no memory of the crime. Price’s head was found in a pot with vegetables.”—
Whoever wants to do this, I foolishly purchased an assload of juniper berries from a Middle Eastern grocer last year under the impression that I could use them in a variety of foods and not just in making sauerkraut because ugh.
“I think the whole antiquing thing, this vintage thing, has something to do with this weird middle class thing of wanting to distance yourself from consumerism while still consuming”—Simon Reynolds, from an interview about his new book Retromania on The Quietus, via Rhizome. (via somethingchanged)