Duality of Substance
For a short while: Time moves backwards. We are seated on the bed, sated and laughing. You never have been able to inhale, but there are ways around that. I lose myself in the coming and going. This could be the future, or yesterday, or twenty years ago. But also my plans for the weekend. And maybe I don’t know what time is, or what age is, because it’s all much less linear than I’d presumed. Not just in this moment, but in all of it - A whole comprised of two parts, rarely in harmony. Insurrection on the cellular level, warring against the incorporeal. For a short while: We are seated on the bed, and nothing else matters. Just your green eyes, my sharp tongue. And time ceases to exist.
4:24 p.m. - 2023-09-01
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