Winds were blowing from all directions today even inside the house! The warm wind of nostalgia eminating outwards like urine in a pool, or the strangely comforting self-loathing wind sphincterizing my soul. The invigorating breeze of desire! Yes to yes– one thousand times yes! The gale of yes. It spawns all of these lesser flows and yet remains truly elusive to me. I fear I am afraid of yes. Will this make sense in a week’s, a month’s time? Maybe. I am always spiralling in the doldrums of maybe or not yet or tomorrow. I think I have to be young when I am young. I tried to be old too soon!
Wishing you the best,
COL
