"Beyond there is what lies beyond"

There is wonder in everything

{Art (n.), the parenthesis of life}

It begins here.

Tread the liminal path between beauty and death. Beauty is death. The static moment, the fixed idea, the ark in the pattern, the belief in an eternal quality, the exquisite ascent into hell, the vertical swan song.

Love is forgetting.

(outside) the man with the red umbrella sings. An enframing moment. The proscenium of being. Watch me watching you, watching me as I watch you. Forget.

The poetry of the commonplace, it's props; 1.the two warm, just empty cups 2.the silvery string of a balloon, wrapped in a high wire 3.a pine headboard leaning against a black wheelie bin.

I am waiting for someone. We are all waiting for someone. Why wait when everyone is here? Are you here? We learn how to say "goodbye" then exit stage. I am still here, are you? SET CHANGE. Time congeals in the silences between acts. YOU ARE HERE.

(It makes me smile that couples get invited for "dinner" whilst I get invited for "drinks")

The superb pleasure of being. Thank u. For being and for the dazzling hell which is love.

"I don't remember"