In Diegesis

Isn’t it weird when you actually meet someone who seems to know what love is?
The depth of her feeling of purpose and life-appreciation can astound you.
As though you had not just forgotten some memories and ambitions, but rather, you lost them completely.
Which you did do by the way but that’s OK – don’t think about that.
Just when you thought you were growing up, becoming more real, pushing forward,
there’s this crazy fucker with Andromeda eyes, and suddenly you’re like,
shit shit shit! I’m not nearly Perseus!
I only just started getting into yoga and running on the treadmill.
The Kraken or some more modern monster – like virulent self-pity and doubt – is going to
tear this lover to shreds.
Fuck.
But then you think, well, I guess somebody else must be Perseus.
After all, aren’t depths of hearts supposed to match up between star-crossed iPod listeners?
Like, such great heights – a mountain and the moon – or
two deep cavernous souls – one that leads to a warm, crystalline reservoir and another that leads to the sewers of Hong Kong -
how are we ever going to understand each other?
And then, if you’re like me, you just go, oh well…
But not completely. No, no,
imaginative curiosity remains…

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