This isn't love. It's too easy to conflate love with the truth, with the profound. Love is something different though and we hope it's here, somewhere, in this story, this narrative, this place. Here is the pain. The small things that take you from now to now, the small things that you enjoy, the short bicycle ride, the butterfly, the cat on your lap, whatever it is, this is of what we try to speak.
All titles are really of one.
Life is but an exploded nexus of being unimaginable and so is love.