I’ve lost just about everything that’s crossed innocently through my line of sight. They oppress my soul and remind me in the night. I may be terrified of all my creative spectres while all is obscured in the shade, but none instills as much fear as a living rendering of someone in my past… flickering in front of me and upon first contact, you don’t foresee a person resonating through you for longer than a moment. That’s where memories can be both beneficial and detrimental. Some of us can do without some of these recurring memories. For anyone who has fucked with your gravity might possibly return to remind you of the repercussions in tragedy. This bears a shadow over the lesser experienced, happy moments of a worn out life.
Romance is dead but we’ll still danse to the bed.
Levi van Veluw, Origin of the Beginning