Art and beauty mold time and space.
It's "now" when I write this, when you read this,
Whenever we think or dream of each other.
And no matter the distance,
We can share sensations as well.
Close your eyes.
Whose fingers do you feel brushing against you?
Asynchronous immediacy. Remote physicality.
Pinch me feel me kiss me hold me.
(to Katia, april-may, 2006)
(originally in Meditations on desire)