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TO THAT FOOL SENECA, ALWAYS RUNNING HIS MOUTH
Well, yeah. Of course, we do. We don’t want to die. But I think you’re confusing immortality with procrastination. No. To be immortal in desire is to slowly savor every instant. We exist in that long moment between anticipation and execution. Not the clothes rumpled on the floor but the fingers at each button and clasp. Not the touch, but the electricity between bodies before the touch. We don’t want to die before the touch but live in that long moment. We don’t want to die before all those long moments we see stretched out ahead of us, a line of pleasures to come. so, we are cautious, yes, in some ways. Slow to action, but in slow action we find immortality, unlike you, who’s quick death will mean nothing and all your desires never known, not truly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ DISASTER Of course it was a disaster. All love ends in disaster of one kind or another - walking away or never waking up. What did we expect? If it isn’t cancer, it will be diabetes, stroke, bus, lightning, blunt force trauma, heart break. There is no escape. Maybe disaster is too strong a word. Maybe we could have seen it coming, but we were too afraid to look. Maybe It was too commonplace for us to even notice, but there it was, whatever it was, the end of our love coming closer all that time. |
