I was thinking of someone that died today, and I thought:
What if love is an imprint on your heart,
A memory, a palimpsest,
Something you can recall.
I was just brushing my teeth. Those were the words I had in my head.
In loving someone dead, there’s this ache. They’re not there anymore, but you still love them. Your brain doesn’t match reality. It’s doesn’t fit. Long after someone dies, they’re still very real to you. You still love them.
At those moments the idea of an afterlife seems very appealing. Necessary even. But perhaps that love you feel is the afterlife. Perhaps they live there. I hope so.
i like this. i watched the tourism video. no comment there. this one i like. second one i looked at. probably because i question what “love” is. what is it? seems like a creation most of the time. like time. you comment on loving someone “dead”/”gone”. what about no longer loving someone once “loved”. all such a game. oh…which reminds me. that was my favorite part of the tourism video: last statement: “did you enjoy your story?” is it always about enjoy? in/enjoy? sometimes i’m clueless — like now.