On love.

I prefer the chaos of love — even fake love — to such absurd and complete disregard and contempt for love in today’s world.

I prefer to truly live this life. And only through love. Through its wonderful presence and painful absence, appearances and disappearances, and its unknowable abysses and dead-ends.

Date

12 April 2021

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