It keeps me alive

I used to listen to this while walking to work, thinking of A, wondering if she’d see me again in London. How it would be, to visit her. Some days, I wish I could go back and change things.

Maybe I’m wasting my young years (AB)

Maybe we all are. Sad to have wasted them on you. But maybe I learned something. That I don’t know what you are and that whatever you are, you sound like trouble. It was interesting to see you like that, though. Was radical, beautiful, uplifting, eye-opening. Thank you for that.

Back there again (AB)

I should have let you go then. I wander what this feeling is. Is it love? Is it something else? I don’t feel the same I did for DF. But I also know that I haven’t had the time to spend time with AB, in the same room, in a nice environment. I wanna do that. Not sure that’s gonna happen now. I wonder what I want. I wonder if I’m making the same mistake I did many-many years ago with AP. Not being sure of what I feel. Not communicating it. Or maybe I choose people who aren’t available. I’m sorry I’ve dragged all of you through this. I sometimes wish I wasn’t so afraid.

Missing you (AB)

I know I shouldn’t. Also you said that I shouldn’t because you are not ready for another relationship. And I know we are too far apart. But it’s just so nice to see something and immediately want to share it with you. It’s exhilarating to think what you’d say, to hear you being happy about it. I wanna share so many things I find with you, and just wanna discuss endlessly. I know it doesn’t make any sense. I know it’ll lead to nowhere. But the possibility is just so tempting. You are so far, yet so close in my mind. I’ll miss you more than I should, when it’s all over and all I’ll have of you is memories, fragments of happiness, forever stored, the details forgotten but the feelings forever etched into my memory. Miss you, Ann. Miss you.

Ann at Centopassi

Being at Centopassi with C., there was a lesbian couple next to us and they made me think of you, Ann. How I wish I could be with you, there, casually touch your hands, like she did, put my hands on your legs. You are so cool. I wish I knew as much about (solar/lunar/polar)punk and cyberphunk as you do. I wish I could hear you talk more about governance, and your findings in this space. And I wish I could be as optimistic about the world, as you are. I wanna get to know you more. I am not sure you feel the same, though. But it’s nice to imagine. One has to look forward to something. I look forward to getting to know you.

Anja at Zu Mir oder zu Dir

I remember being late, embarrassed about being late. And I remember the sadness I felt when you wrote to me, when I was at the airport, that you don’t want to meet again. I wonder why. Nevermind. Just, sad.

Holding you on the 4th of July (DF)

I miss holding you during the fireworks. On that beautiful balcony used by Merce Cunningham. You in front of me, us having the best view. It was magical. I remember pulling you in strongly at one point and you just held on stronger to my hand. It was magnificent. One of the very few so-called celebrations, celebrations that others tend to be so fond of, making sense to me. It was so good to belong.

I hope we are not close to your place yet (DF)

I remember walking back to your home on the second date we had, and while walking I suddenly got afraid that we are close to your place. I asked, instinctively, if we are close, and you said no, and I remember saying how relieved I was that we have more time to talk. It was… one of the most honest moments I’ve had. That fear that the end is close but I wanna spend more time with you. Every moment was precious.

(Mike Mills, “Love is Worth It”, 2004. Photography by Todd Cole)

Mike Mills (DF)

I was watching this film by Mike Mills, and suddenly there it was, pictures of New York, and I felt back precisely where we were. You and me, walking across the Williamsburg bridge, you in your Birkenstocks, your weird glass frame, casual, funny, meaningful. I wanna go back to sipping coffee in your bed, and tell you that nobody is replaceable. That we are told that if we break a glass we can just buy a new one, that if we lose our keys we can just make copies, that if we lose friends we can just befriend others. But it’s not true. There is no one else like you. There really-really isn’t. There’s only you. It took me a long time to learn this. I miss all that is you. There’s gonna be nobody “like you” ever again. We are not supposed to say this, because it’s insanity, to make loss so significant, and impossible to repair. But insanity it all is, this life.