Like Crazy.

Guys.

It was so good. 

Infinitely,

unfathomably,

crazy good.

Every single minute, however unbearable.

The entire thing I cried. That's how crazy good it is. That's how crazy real.

I am the very farthest from an expert, but it seems to me that the mark of a really great work of art, in comparison to a good one, is the difference between sympathy and empathy. The sad truth is that although people tell us to learn from others' mistakes, it will never absolutely stick unless we make the mistakes ourselves. I think it's the same kind of idea here. It's nearly impossible to portray something that people will understand unless they have experienced that sort of situation themselves.

But this--

this one,

it makes you feel.

No matter who you are.

Every single emotion they feel on the screen.

Only, there's not a screen anymore.

It's just you, and you've become them.

And you know exactly how they feel, because you're living it.

***

"I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and gory bits of me."

***

I really, really love this song. Like crazy, right?? Like crazy.