Split second thoughts between a tiredness and unexpected calls, collegial banter on the stairway, dark laundry and an overdue affection, Between spam and mail, tea, rain, and online porn. Now I leave, now return, pick up the tousled threads anew then, then again, and weave them whole. Then: play my cards nervously, mind on other important matters, like who is to blame and for what. Play my cards, mind you, to no avail, to fullest satisfaction, amongst the split of seconds and the pains of love.
Tao of the Creative Class
