Donna Hoke finds those two coworkers, located at many jobs, who just meet at their own level, then throws their longing for tender, platonic affection on a display table for us to watch as it works itself out truthfully, simply, exactly; as it professes it needs to. The desire for this behavior, this connection, this satisfaction arises in, and is confided by, so many people everywhere that one can't help but be suspicious of it when we actually see this both social and personal boundary breached so matter-of-factly. It's so strange and vulnerable, genuine, rounded. An act of intimate...
Donna Hoke finds those two coworkers, located at many jobs, who just meet at their own level, then throws their longing for tender, platonic affection on a display table for us to watch as it works itself out truthfully, simply, exactly; as it professes it needs to. The desire for this behavior, this connection, this satisfaction arises in, and is confided by, so many people everywhere that one can't help but be suspicious of it when we actually see this both social and personal boundary breached so matter-of-factly. It's so strange and vulnerable, genuine, rounded. An act of intimate perfection.