heartfelt.

12 June 2012 · by · in blah

From this height, I can see the blue skies, the top of the trees, the shaking tram cables, and your heart. You left it here when you crossed the road – remember? – when looking back at me you mouthed goodbye.

This is the very intersection from which I stared at the sight of you, behind that glass window, moving away slowly as your tram went West. I caught your eyes, and you caught mine, but everything in between stopped us in place.
Gone. I didn’t know then
if and when
we would meet again.

I’ve never heard your laugh; I’ve never felt your smile. I would’ve shipped your heart back to you, but I didn’t even have your mailing address. The sight of your biceps clenching to that green bar: for a moment I thought I saw your axillary hair. Into the sunset you go.

perspectives. →

As a result of an auction in Sarah Vanhee's The Great Public Sale of Unrealised But Brilliant Ideas, my bio has become a collective bio:

When they were thirteen, Tintin Wulia and Christiane Berndes wished that Peter Pan would lose his shadow in their neighborhood, because they thought that Peter Pan was kinda sexy. Night after night, they would think a happy thought, wishing that Peter would find them if they could fly. Nothing happened – Tintin and Christiane discovered that Peter had much preferred Wendy.

Three decades later, Tintin and Christiane are 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. They are 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.