These brief vestiges of conversations, sex, longing are not to be festered with guilt or unrest. In fact, in a state where only two or more people pursue relations of knowledge and power, all there is really, is this aptitude of love we believe ourselves to possess.
What is it really, to be free? It is to live without shame.
The dilution of love, imminent, but the thirst to learn serves as a counter-current. And that is why, you love again and again.
That documentation was a way of keeping pasts alive, it also serves as gesture of continuity, in which there are flaws in the gaps of what was written, what wasn’t. The voice of narrative warps over time to emulate verses of sorrow and doubt, guilelessness and sobriety, ecstasy and spirituality. All of which speaks of a becoming, an open conversation, baton in hand.
Exciting times ahead, my love. Exciting times.