Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Synthetic Synthetics

Not everything needs a purpose, of course. It occurs to me that if memories have a purpose, however, maybe it is to remind us of what we have today. Love, the only commodity that matters, is fleeting. Fragile. 

Dealing almost exclusively in that currency these days, I find myself a wealthy man. My tears are sweet. Grief is about love lost, a reminder of the love, itself.

Make new memories. Love.


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