cycles of nothingness
It is interesting how things are a cycle of nothingness. You begin with two wires that have not been fitted together, strangers that have no inkling of the other and somehow quite physically build up the conversations, the laughter, the tears, the days and the nights until both wires are melded together, with varying permanence. It’s not perfect, because the wires fizzle and spark and glower and we fall in and out of this connection that we have promised ourselves but it is something. I feel that somehow ultimately, this ultimately being a representation of a year, two years, ten years, I can’t say, the wires will unravel and fall apart, feeble pieces that are useless lying apart but never to be conjoined again. And the electricity stops there in a broken circuit; it stops there and sustains nothing beyond itself.