i don´t know why, but i was so close to cry that it was unbelievable.
I reflected about my situation, about how I will grow tired and depressed if I stay where i am
but I can´t just live, it feels impossible, too far out of reach
like stanley or the fern being trapped without consent, without a word, too preserve something as the last lifeline in my disposal or in their case of each other
and then...
i remember that this was about a fucking fern, my goddamm transgender ass disocciated with this expecting a profound meaning behind, only to see the image at the end like a bucket of cold water
this was very good, and very emotional