The human body is woefully adept at movements like crushing skulls and shattering bones and processing gallons of poison.

It is not quite as adept in holding others.

Bodies are filled with pockets of fleshiness; a woman’s bosom, the typical soft ring of comfort around the average person’s torso. But the majority of the human body is sharp angles and simple skin over bone. Two people make a tangle of bones attempting to waltz.

Humans were born to run and move, yet most of us hate to exercise. Humans were born to eat mostly vegetation and lay in the sun and swim in the ocean, yet most of us spend our lives in glass cages and in front of glowing screens which simulate the world we feel so distanced from. Humans were not born to cling to each other in comfort, and we know this because humans are intrinsically bad at it.

Have you ever tried to fall asleep in someone else’s arms? It will only last a matter of minutes because your arm will go numb, or their leg will be too heavy to lay on yours. You’ll naturally feel vaguely claustrophobic, the mind rebelling against the body’s need for closeness. Babies are soft and small, perfect for holding and cuddling. Adults are large and mostly hard, but we all want someone our own size to hold.

The body is good at fucking, but not necessarily at loving. Such a contradiction.