See how memory and sunlight make our bodies mortal, but beautiful.
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I'm fascinated with distance and memory right now. I've always been. How distance is a falling away and memory a returning. How thinking is a lingering not over the object for which distance is, but rather lingering on distance itself. Not you but your walking away. Not love but its constitution: gaze, then years after, touch. Or its collapse: touch returning to gaze years after that.