tfw you’re meditating on the question of how to maintain certain treasured relationships in the oncoming face of graduation-mediated physical scattering & you have what seems to be the realization that the solution to all your troubles, the routine that creates the proximity love at times feeds off of, that will supplant that most efficient routine of physical proximity, is to start a podcast together.

then you realize that this isn’t even the art form you actually most wish to make with [cherished person(s)] [these particular ones but also any who you could stretch into an artistic shape for long enough, which is none of them] and also you literally don’t know anyone who is not driven to maddened literal tears by the prospect of listening to a recording of their voice

also your wish to meet the person whose creative vision aligns with yours so that you finally ever make something is really making you project here, vis-a-vis the degree to which this would actually solve anything other than your own need to have been an artist already