Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Why would one want to be in a relationship? To be happy I guess.

To live in that uneasy tension between one hand that gives and the other that takes. To play over and over the vicissitudes of power and desire and love and lust and anger and hate till such time as the form becomes evacuated of content and the game becomes devoid of the desire to win. Till time becomes the easy susceptibility of one day into another and life makes meaning only in shock and scandal.
And then it ends. Only to start all over again.

Really? Is that what it is? Or did I get the order wrong?