First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth is when you admit you may have fucked up a little.
“One of the lines that Ouisa says – ‘We have to have truth’ – is such an interesting line in this time and this day, when truth seems to be something that’s malleable. There are alternative truths and alternative [facts].”
I read somewhere that everybody on this planet is separated by only six other people. Six degrees of separation. Between us and everybody else on this planet. The president of the United States. A gondolier in Venice. fill in the names. I find that A) tremendously comforting that we’re so close and B) like Chinese water torture that we’re so close. Because you have to find the right six people to make the connection. It’s not just big names. It’s anyone. A native in a rain forest. A Tierra del Fuegan. An Eskimo. I am bound to everyone on this planet by a trail of six people. It’s a profound thought. How Paul found us. How to find the man whose son he pretends to be. Or perhaps is his son, although I doubt it. How every person is a new door, opening up into other worlds. Six degrees of separation between me and everyone else on this planet. But to find the right six people.
Ouis Kittredge, Six Degrees of Separation by John Guare
Day #2» A song you like with a number in the title.
“You hit the drink, you take a toke, watch the past go up in smoke yeah, fake a smile yeah, lie and say you’re better now than ever and your life’s okay when it’s not, no. You’re doing all these things out of desperation, you’re going through six degrees of separation. First you think the worst is a broken heart, what’s gonna kill you is the second part, and the third is when your world splits down the middle, and fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself, fifth you see them out with someone else, and the sixth is when you admit that you may have fucked up a litte.“