“The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet. . . The biggest price you pay for love is that you you can’t be on your own, which is always so much better. . . You have to be alone to develop all the idiosyncrasies that make a person interesting.” Andy Warhol
Prospect St. Seattle, 1984. Girl-child leaning on a pole marked Prospect. Languid like the curve of the cornerstone. Eyes downturned, passions curbed for the time being. Loneliness leaving pock-marks on the present and the future firmament. Meeting glamour with hands in pockets. At some point there will be a sense of deja vu; this thing that I am doing I surely attempted before. Is it a boon that I cannot remember my failures?