Sunday, 29 May 2016

If we don't describe and declare who we are, nobody will ever know us. If nobody ever knows us, nobody will ever love us. They may love some constructed inauthentic shell instead, some pleasing fiction on high heels making nice.

However, there's a better use for fiction: We can call a character Clare, for example, and she can have all the thoughts and emotions we don't have the nerve to expose otherwise. And so it all becomes a dance between fiction and reality, and somewhere along the lines, the love actually happens.

Let the dance begin.