this is the kind of thing that most of my family would be dismissive of my critiques, because it "looks nice" from their vantage point of a suburban parking lot. I come from a deeply incurious tribe.

increasingly, my sense of intimacy and connection with people is mediated by our capacity for acknowledging and rejecting the absurdity of the world being presented to us as normal and desirable.

some are happy when Mickey Mouse hands them a candy bar and resent me for party pooping all over the magic spell by perceiving the guy making shit wage in a hot, heavy costume handing out diabetes and heart disease because a machine of assholes have an agenda.