me, bursting through your bedroom wall in a shower of dust: bUT that hug before they go onstage is what weāve always wanted from One Direction, and thatās what makes them unsustainable as a phenomenon. What we always wanted from them was what they did not give to us intentionally
you: wh
me, briskly removing my shoes and shaking fragments of rubble out of them: One Direction is perhaps the first band to exist entirely within the Panopticon, from the very beginning, and yet even that was not enough for us. Can you imagine how difficult it would become to hold onto a āselfā when what people want most from you are the moments of your life that specifically are NOT FOR THEM? It wasnāt just what they DID, we wanted to know what they FELT, constantly. We demanded to know but we did not want to be TOLD. The knowledge could only be āauthenticā if it was not meant for us
you: why are you in my house
me, climbing into your bed and pulling your blankets up to my chin: The endless ādocumentaries,ā the social media ā we had an unprecedented, and unprecedentedly intimate, degree of access to these people, and still what we valued most were secrets and accidents. What we wanted was their interiority, and when we could not have that we invented it. Wouldnāt you resent having to constantly be GRATEFUL for that grasping, rapacious love? I would
you: are you crying?
me: We wanted to love them by devouring them, and now we have nothing to eat but our own hearts. can you bring me a hot water bottle
