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April 22nd, 2012 in blah | Comments Off

Is it for me that I love him,
or is it for him that he loves me?
There is no such thing as a union of souls -
much like there’s no such thing as a unicorn.
Ulysses came home with all his victory and only his dog recognized him,
like me. Only that I have no dog.

I want to believe, like him. But it’s easy for him.
He has no dog, but he has a life. Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t know
him. He doesn’t know me. Because I don’t know me. I doubt. Whether it is
for me that I love him, or whether it is
for him that he loves me.

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Tintin Wulia

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 seven 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.

ulysses.

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