:: stuck ::
some remain oblivious, most of them, most of the time. while some things appear to exist only when the seriousness of the matter is overwhelming, for us, the two of us, existence is a matter of continuity. we crave pauses, the spontaneous feel of peace brought forth by interruptions, interludes of silence. but that does not seem to be possible. laughter, singing, screaming: all distractions we cannot afford.
let us play cards in a corner pretending she sleeps and heals, let us await the meals and savour the wine -for we cannot do so with the moment-, let us just watch and sit and stay stuck in this.
coming in through my ears:: Desired Constellation//Björk