I can tell you again about the hundred lives she could live. This was just one of them, being with me, and it wasn’t even a fraction of the life with me. Yes, you taste the sadness correctly. Why hide myself, this is also me, it’s good to get stuff out, like her cleaning our wounds..

In a way I envy her way of decorating, with ink, with words. Perhaps it’s the exact opposite of happenstance, it’s taking control of life and body. Feed it, fuck it, walk it, love it.