No One Is Talking About This

Reading the first half as someone who was there, who saw it all, and reflects on the time spent with a mixture of wasteful disdain and gratitude for the person it's made me, is an interesting experience. Especially now that twitter in many ways is dead, the first half feels like a museum exhibit, preserving the energy of what once was. That alone doesn't make for a compelling read. I wept through the second half. Lockwood captures a rare thing here. How lucky we are to share love in this world.