Like being in that space of desire, where romantic things may or may not be happen, and just hovering there, forever.
That’s what I want. When nothing’s happened yet. When something might happen … When things might begin …
And it’s so still, and calm. And everything’s perfect. Isn’t that the best moment?
It’s all about a mood, right? And not spoiling the mood. The romantic mood. Or rather, the on-the-brink-of-romance mood. When things might or might not happen.
This is military grade flirtation. I’m defenceless. I’m won over.
Do you believe in God, philosopher? I think I do, tonight. This night. I think you’re going to lead me to God.
What does that mean? I think you’re the person I’m going to talk about God with. That’s what’s you’re about for me.
Everything’s so still. And calm. We’re in the calm eye of the hurricane. The city’s hurricane. It’s all turning around us.
What is?
Everything. The whole city. Wheeling around us. Like we’re the centre of the galaxy, and the galaxy’s arms are just turning around us.
We’re at the heart of all things. In the secret place at the heart of everything. Where God would be, if there was a God.
And God’s just this wave of calm, right? God’s this wave of calm saying, everything’s going to be alright. Is everything going to be alright, philosopher? For who? For us, maybe? For the, like, universe? For everything?
And isn’t that the most perfect moment of it: when you don’t know what’s going to happen? When the whole romantic thing hasn’t, like, locked in? When things aren’t fixed … When it isn’t like a programme you’re going to follow. When it’s, like, possible and impossible at the same time.
When we’re just a thought in the mind of God … Where the calmness is and we’re not. Where nothing is and we’re not. Where there’s just silence, and it’s not even our silence. A silence that doesn’t belong to us, or belong to anyone.
Work in Progress 