There are certain types of relationships I covet that aren’t relationships at all. The French have a word for it that doesn’t really translate into its assumed English equivalent: une complicité, or a tacit understanding. This doesn’t come from love or experience or anything nurtured, it would seem, but from pure alignment - the ridges on your zipper just happen to fit into the ridges of theirs, at least in this exact moment of your life. Like when two characters who’ve just met exchange a nod or a smile before one of them does something that alters the course of the narrative. Then the film goes on, and they never speak again.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god I want to wrap myself up in that Update like a burrito full of things that are incredible.