icky cont

if i were crow i'd change blog's name
depending on my mood. but i don't have
the energy to devote to that. lost it somewhere
between my last love and this one.

somewhere lost , a manuscript
with literary intentions, forever the best
draft, first draft. i try to explain the premise
to my lover

borrowing from barthe's "a lover's discourse"
the idea that the beloved is always an object
for the lover, and from cioran's  object as corpse
aphorism, i wonder does love exist as an entity
which we then call  god,  and does god
play a game of mental masturbation with us as virtual reality?
  simone weil posits in order for
the universe to exist god had to withdraw
which totally underscores the total resolution of mind
surprise game premise adhered to
 by excommunicated scientologists all over the web.
but i digress. i told him, listen

the character slowly comes to the realization
that love is quantum in nature. it both exists
and doesn't at the same time. the protagonist
loves due to past actions
 or in anticipattion of   future
barely pays attention to present. her tenses
are fucked.