reading “every love story is a ghost story” about this guy…
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In the end, I’m not interested
in that which I fully understand.
The words I have written over the years
are just a veneer.
There are truths that lie
beneath the surface of the words…
truths that rise up without warning,
like the humps of a sea monster
and then disappear.
What performance and song is to me
is finding a way to tempt the monster
to the surface,
to create a space,
where the creature can break through
what is real and what is known to us.
This shimmering space,
where imagination and reality intersect…
…this is where all love
and tears and joy exist.
This is the place.
This is where we live.
I had no idea that prime lost around 75% of its value in the 3 years I was there…