from “The English Patient”

Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.

– Michael Ondaatje

 

it’s always puzzled me that the ones i have the most chemistry with never bother to read anything i write, don’t care what i cook, don’t ask what i’m reading. they’re certainly not checking this blog. they could know so much more about me if they did, but perhaps passion can’t be translated this way, it can’t be detailed in dating profiles, or articulated in acquaintance. it’s the ones that can make me shut up and demand only my undivided presence that unhinge me. or maybe it’s someone else they want or i offer.