The voices I hear in my mind are just that, pieces of people nobody has yet to meet. They feel so 3D to me but nobody gets that. I see them in Instagram reels, I hear them in music, I feel them in the wind around me.
I've seen Michael twice now and I'm on track to see it a third time this weekend. Even before my first watch, it was evident that I was extremely hyper-fixated on the magical angel that is Michael Jackson.
The tea is sweet and glorious, only featuring hints of bitterness that you'll miss unless you are sitting there wanting to feel a sharp burn in your throat. Pro-tip: Don't do that.
