In your absence, scents seem to linger, even when they’re perhaps not part of reality. It is my truth, the only one I know, the only truth I can understand, and the one I’m sharing with you. Surrendering to flashes of reminiscence when blissful butterflies flutter little nerve endings, closing my eyes I saw yours close to mine.
Minus distance. My Bruce and Wallace, is home an act of remembrance?
When you believe in free will,
doesn’t all death become suicide?
When she was thirteen, Tintin Wulia wished that Peter Pan would lose his shadow in her neighborhood, because she thought that Peter Pan was kinda sexy. Night after night, she would think a happy thought, wishing that Peter would find her if she could fly. Nothing happened – Tintin discovered that Peter had much preferred Wendy.
Two decades and almost five years later, Tintin is still discovering many things. One, that Peter Pan is a fictional character invented by James Matthew Barrie. Two, that the fact that Peter is fictional doesn’t mean that he’s illusory. She is also discovering that, three, it is not a happy thought that one needs to be able to fly – it is, rather, the combination of a passport and a valid visa. And also, four, that the fact that one needs a passport and a valid visa to be able to fly is just shitty.
