You see, I’m trying to write about it. Love, that is.
Not a love story. Not even a story. Just a little short for Pinpricks and Feathers about two people who just love each other.
And it’s really, really hard. I’ve got a couple of versions, and both of them are right and both of them are wrong. They’re too complex where they need to be simple; they don’t say enough: they don’t explain enough.
It’s the tiniest of notions I want to pin down. Not write a treatise on love as an absolute; an explanation, an exploration. I just want to put the feeling on paper and I can’t. I don’t know why. I just can’t.