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on a walk with my partner we came across cement writing of our initials. we didn’t do this, but seeing it felt like it was there just for us.
to the other b & e who wrote this, the love you put into the universe stretched across time and met us on this beautiful, february walk, brightening our day and reminding us of the love that exists in the world.
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this heart in the concrete has been on my mind since stumbling across it. i am constantly wondering the story behind it. were they alone and took advantage of the drying cement to cement their love for passing onlookers to see? were they dared to draw something by a friend and their intentions were too pure to trace anything but a heart? but why a heart? the endless possibilities of a blank canvas for the public eye and yet they chose a heart? maybe out of fear that it would be erased if anything else were to be etched in stone? maybe they feared a name of a lover wouldn’t last as long as just a heart? but it’s just a heart. no initials. no “Oscar wuz here :).“ no time stamp or anniversary. just a heart.
I struggle to find a reason of intention and yet this heart just stares back at me. but maybe this is love. reminding me on my walk that love exists. it comes and goes. it will show up unintentionally and unconditionally. there doesn’t have to be logic or reason behind it. there doesn’t have to be some long, drawn out story explaining how love works and comes to be. it can be just a heart. hardened in the concrete by an unknown artist who knows more about love than I ever could.
Apr 5, 2024
a few years back, i met a wandering poet in new orleans. after talking for a bit, he wrote this for me. to this day, it is still one of my most treasured possessions.
it’s strange how connected we all are. the human experience is not so singular or unique. and that is kind of comforting.
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Yesterday, I was out for a walk with my partner and feeling very grim. Joanne texted me “Enjoy some autumn leaves and sun this weekend.” The leaves were so dry they were on fire. The air was filled with smoke. The sun was not so optimistic. Two men walked past quietly and quickly.
The smoke in the air made the day feel like a photo from the history books and I took a photo to capture the rhyme but when I look at it now, I notice that those two men walked past and one reached to hold the other’s hand. I’m recommending, at least for the moment, looking for evidence of love and intimacy instead of proof of our doom-ward direction
Nov 10, 2024
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