Suppose you’re on a big party, and you don’t know anybody. Some of the guests have taken their clothes off, because it’s very hot. Soon you find yourself in the middle of a crowd of beautiful bodies. You quickly learn: it’s a no-questions-asked opportunity. Probably the party of your lifetime. Bam-bam-bam goes the beat, you find a body you like, that body likes you too, and soon you’re one, following that beat. You do things you haven’t done at home. You’re fucking a complete stranger, (s)he has no expectations, but cries Thank You when you’re done. You almost miss hearing it, looking for your next partner.
For a moment you wonder if you should swap your telephone numbers. But tomorrow already nobody of them would want to call you. So enjoy this very moment. You’re exhausted at the end of the party of your lifetime. Has anybody taken photos?
you are not your grande latte
you are not the car you drive
you are not your fucking khakis
you have to give up
you have to realise that someday you will die,
until you know that you are useless
and you open the door
and you step inside
we’re inside our hearts
now imagine your pain