⚜ T E M E N O S ⚜

It’s not enough to say the heart wants what it wants. I think of the ravine, the side dark with pines where we lounged through summer days, waiting for something to happen; and of the nights, walking the long way home, the stars so close they seemed to crown us. Once, I asked for your favourite feeling. You said hunger.

Sell me your soul. There are no other takers. There is no other devil anymore.

But anger carries a sharp sword–

Then if we die we die together (yes, we’ll remain one,) / If we go anywhere we’ll go together.

I don’t know how to add your absence to my life. / I don’t know how to subtract myself from it.

But the ancient night is bottomless, like a jar of brimming water.

People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.