"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


Love & Freedom IV - Either/or

                                        Why can't lust be
love and love be lust? you're always asking,

even now as the slugs begin their sluggish
withdrawal - each complete in love and lust;

each mother and father to what they've made
together; each alone, content, and free.

(It's either fucking or marriage, I say,
saying more than I mean).                          

(Go to minute 6:24)

 Thoughts borrowed from Conversation with Slugs and Sarah, by Jennifer Chang

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