Memory is a strange thing. It doesn’t work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time, by its order… But now I’m not so sure I believe in beginnings and endings.
I have not seen Fleabag, but I am aware of some sort of hot priest phenomenon and let me tell you, the weird conflict you get when you meet an actual hot priest who’s has like love of God and his parish just BEAMING OUT OF HIM ALL OVER and you’ll like, this is AMAZING HE’S GOING TO HELP SO MANY PEOPLE but also, he’s cute and like dating is out of the question.
