Sunsets make me think of my first husband, who had an obsession with taking sunset photos.
I am not a sentimental person, so every time he wanted to take a sunset photo, I rolled my eyes and promptly disappeared somewhere so I wasn’t in any of them because somehow, it felt like I was morally opposed to being someone into sunset photos.
I don’t hate puppies, or anything like that, but I just, I don’t know, I just don’t get the allure of a sunset.
The only sunset I remember really appreciating... I was in Vietnam on a beach somewhere south of the capital and I was alone... traveling alone. I had been harassed all day by people - that is dark - so I'm going to skip that, but I was sitting there, and all of these people were offering me drugs of course, and pot brownies, and who knows what else would have been in the brownies...
And I was sitting there, and the sun set, and I was alone traveling, doing this thing that I loved and I kinda for a brief moment thought… Oh I get sunsets… and then I never admitted that to anyone, except for you guys, so don’t blow up my spot, and I don’t know, is that long enough?