The thing is, I'm very much in love & in many ways it's quite amazing. Obviously it hasn't worked out that well and I'm hurt & fucked up & c., but there are these very warm feelings inside me doing interesting things. They're very honest, straightforward, stupid feelings, very out of the ordinary for me, can't do what I'd like with them, should do something nice, they deserve it. Thinking about someone being alive making intense waves of gladness wash through me, damn, it's something else.
Peretz is going nuts in the basement.