"I want to hide with you from unmanageable numbers. I want rooftops at night, the street at five in the morning, a wide open space in a museum where the exhibit is the space itself. I want to count the things that matter, things like the number of tremors in your shiver. I want to think about nothing we cannot count in the space of one night."
"I want to find out who you can be now that I have washed my context clean. I want to feel a rush of nervousness that has forgotten what it is like to be nervous, to laugh with you without knowing where the laughter leads, to kiss you and have no idea that a kiss can be so thrilling. I want you to give me a phrase I have never heard before."
"The world is ninety percent poor if we judge it that way, but other things being equal, no one is unhappier than anyone else. I want to know what you have landed on, having lost everything else, and whether it is better. I want to know what you would throw away, secretly, if everyone else would, too. I want to stay up all night with you and together rid the world of its pretenses. And when all this is over, and our compatriots emerge from the bomb shelters of their psyche to stare bewildered at one another over the ruins of our cities, I want to dance with you. We are light upon this rubble."
Love Sick
"I want to find out who you can be now that I have washed my context clean. I want to feel a rush of nervousness that has forgotten what it is like to be nervous, to laugh with you without knowing where the laughter leads, to kiss you and have no idea that a kiss can be so thrilling. I want you to give me a phrase I have never heard before."
"The world is ninety percent poor if we judge it that way, but other things being equal, no one is unhappier than anyone else. I want to know what you have landed on, having lost everything else, and whether it is better. I want to know what you would throw away, secretly, if everyone else would, too. I want to stay up all night with you and together rid the world of its pretenses. And when all this is over, and our compatriots emerge from the bomb shelters of their psyche to stare bewildered at one another over the ruins of our cities, I want to dance with you. We are light upon this rubble."
Love Sick