think of the day we saw the centipede castle

Love, romance, sex, divinity, intoxication, devotion, and commitment. These are not the same things. But sometimes they coincide. Sometimes they turn your skin into the surface of the sun. Sometimes they send you alone like a flat tire with a gallon of wine to an empty parking lot to scream obscenities into the urban void. Life is perfect every second you survive it. It's even better when you remember that. And it's best spent in the dangerous proximity of lovers-whether one or in plethora, for an instant or a lifetime.