Ain’t No Cure For Love.

Keep your head up, kid.

Stay safe and warm.

Do some nice things to yourself: Make soup, pack that shit full of ginger and chili and garlic. Blend it all up, silky smooth. Consume liberally. Go on.

Sleep, a lot.

Don’t get down on yourself for feeling so poorly.

You’re just flat lining, mate.

It’s cool.

You’re cool.

This happens.

More so this time though, hey.

A lot more this time round.

I like your theory, by the way.

Whereby Rhesus monkeys die when they’re not touched.

You said, humans need to be touched.

When the progesterone flat lines, humans need to be touched.

And when they’re not…

you can count the impressive list of auto-immune disorders that follow.

It’s so obvious to me.

It’s so true.

Must rest.

Lest we spend another day moping about a teary bed.

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