Hang me up is about love.
We talk about love, we learn how to love. The very first moment of our embryonic life is about love.
Trophy women. It is not about women. It is about how much we care. Affection is all we need. Time is all there is.
And buried somewhere under our principles of freedom and individuality, there is a ruthless hunt for physical affection. I hang you up, and you’ll be mine forever.
Passion, emotional closeness, desire, uniqueness, attachment as the most common and profoundly human needs. Sex and love at theirs most superficial are religions that kill loneliness.
Hearts in bodies. You can get as many as you want, if you want.
Yet you will never get another soul for yourself.
