fractions
i have been to the streets of the cities i once
adored. they didn't feel the same. the sensation was gone. i figured there
right in the middle of lintsstraat. what's gone is gone. what built the
emotions was hardly ever the place. i thought about you there and then i knew.
what kept me going for weeks has been you. and it was no surprise that i only
came to realize what you meant to me only when i knew you had one foot outside
the door. we are built to repeat similar patterns of seduction, infatuation,
construction, reconstruction, separation and frustration. it is like a signature,
the way we relate to others. i break it this time i said. all i want is a real
memory of you. a real memory with sunlight, textures, voices and smells.
of what i had in mind when it was already too late to reach you so i changed the continents and swallowed the consonants vowels somehow survived
