I have a vivid memory of the first time I watched the 2009 Australian claymation film “Mary and Max.” I had recently turned 18, and one of my great friends had died suddenly earlier that year from health complications they were unaware of. “Mary and Max” played on a relatively old CRT-TV in the basement of the house of a friend (whom I didn’t care too much for).
I sat watching attentively to avoid any uncomfortable conversations. We had stayed up all night doing drugs, smoking cigarettes, and swapping music recommendations.
I was feeling numb and disembodied — still reeling from the death of my friend — unable to sleep but unsatisfied with the reality of my waking life.
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