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Where Am I?
You have forgotten me
Or you love someone more than me
Sappho

Loneliness arises in solitude.

Like in Plato’s great myth on the origin of love, I am oriented to what I am not. Beyond the gash of separation, ever nostalgic for the two-headed beast we once were. Singularity born to be reunited. No choice but to be consumed. No cure. (Sappho says to Eros, “You burn us”). But what a blessed flame uplifting us like flowers, fragrant with longing.

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  1. AnonymousMay 20, 2010 at 11:00 PM

    But when I choose the solitude there is no loneliness.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 8, 2010 at 12:25 AM

    yes, I have been forgotten

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