Loose Response to this written sometime in March 2011
http://that-shady-intern.tumblr.com/post/18654554443/first-impression
At this point he’d turned back to NYU. That place that seemed to open the world of academia to him. That place he flirted with living with before he settled further north. And now he’d walked a thousand miles for what seemed like an eternity but only 6 years perhaps. To return back to that Ivory Arch.
At this point he was in Spain. Somewhere he’d never imagined he’d be. Truly. Never. He’d been preparing for some of these events for a long time but never knew he’d be here. Never.
By now he knew the things that he loved for sure... He loved the taste of chocolate mousse resting and melting on his tongue. He loved the smell of orange blossoms at the dawn of spring. He loved to stay up late and wake up late, cuddled next to a familiar warm body he loved, a familiar warm body he trusted. Caressing chest. Kissing sweetly. Tunneling back under the sheets.
He wondered what it meant to love another man so deeply yet knowing each day added another page to the fictitious meta-story being compiled-- “This is How it Ends.” Or perhaps this is how it continues differently. He thought about the moments he took for granted, wasted with petty argument and banter. He was afraid of the expanse of unknown Life that lay before him clinging to the love which he knew which anchored him here in Spain. That made sense.
After a tumultuous weekend in a sunny city by the sea, he lay next to this man he knew he loved, who listened, who whispered affirmations to him in the night as he spoke with frustration, fear about this future. In response to all this man said...“You’re going to have a wonderful life.” words that curled up into the air that turned to clouds that turned to raindrops which rolled down his cheeks and filled him with anguish. The sentence no... prayer, called his attention to that unformed unknown Life yet-to-come.
In novels and movies they always say that Love makes you want to chase down a plane and stop a train just to convince him/her/them not to go....Not to go without considering the possibility of forever together, but he wondered if this was the love that you treasured such that you let go. Or the love which you let mutate into something other.
Just finished the shirt I’ll be wearing to my opening! Added a removable front and back panel to it. See ya on April 2nd at Gallery Aferro! https://www.facebook.com/events/940445202675620/