There are certain things you can’t get back. the elasticity of your skin over time. You shed about 40000 dead cells on average per per day. the tiny fibrous hairs that transmit sound waves inside your ear are irreplaceable after long term loud noise exposure. You can recover things to a certain extent. Details of your dream after you wake up while you’re daydreaming on the bus or in the shower. The limberness of muscle tissue with consistent stretching. Robots to fuck and replace human employees will probably be accessible sooner than human stem cell body part growth. Self driving cars before flying cars. Our trappings are just more elaborate. I am in a 90000 pound aluminum capsule hurtling through the air and I look out the window at suburbs below me. Neat rows of tiny neutral colored squares tearing up the landscape. I heard China built a dam that slowed earths rotation. World leaders have the power to completely wipe out civilization if they so choose. Oil will eventually run out and clean drinking water is already a scarcity.
displays of external power are not convincing. internal power of the human soul is an invaluable, irreplaceable, and infinite power.
I’m not sure what all of this has to do with dorian gluing individual sequins on my dorm room floor but I saw something in him. Something bright and burning like how I’d imagine the earth’s mantle. At a party I told Dorian’s boyfriend that he will never find anyone like Dorian so don’t hurt my friend. He didn’t listen to my drunken warning because he cheated about a year later. I heard dorian moved back to Tacoma but no one has seen or heard from him since. I miss him terribly. Your ability to give and receive love experienced some wear and tear between the time you were born and wherever you are now in the present reading this. Fred Moten once referred to birth as a passage between a blood stained gate. In this trap of a physical existence I find connection with others like bright glowing portals like poking holes from inside a dark cardboard box like viewing the night sky open up to constellations miles away from light pollution. I can feel a change trembling.
