“”Everything falls apart at the exact same time it all comes together perfectly for the next step.”

I think I was silent for a couple of minutes after I first watched this, and I know my eyes filled with tears; sometimes they still do.
In recent weeks, I’ve noticed patterns around me gently emerging, things coinciding neatly and eerily and I’m reminded of Listener’s …poetry? Music? Spoken-word, call it what you will, it’s a powerful piece of art, and I think it ties in nicely with the synchronicity I’m experiencing.

The poetry of comfort eating

FEELING: The one where the sudden knowledge that someone will never love you drops into your brain chilly and small like a marble through gelatin, and whether it’s right or wrong it can never be extracted through that same neat bloodless tunnel; you will need to plunge your hand in after it and tear up everything.

HOW TO EAT IT: Bread pudding. Mac and cheese.

As someone with a long history of feelings-induced food binges (stress-eating throughout my entire degree and heartbreak chocolate throughout break-ups each get an honourable mention), I find this collection hilarious, poetic, and accurate. This one is my favourite, but they’re all brilliant.
A Guide to Eating Very Particular Feelings.