The World’s Real Queer - by Rhyd Wildermuth

What I mean to say is that the world has always been a thing of unpredictable wonder and utter strangeness, but we stopped noticing it because we got too comfortable. Like a lover, who is really a strange and fucking wonderfully unknowable person, but we stopped noticing all that. Then, suddenly, they do something we didn’t expect or predict, and we’re thrown off, confused, afraid they’ve changed, afraid they don’t love us.