The Last Time They Met

the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.

I have always been faithful to you if faithful means the experience against which everything else has been measured.

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

The weight of his losses finally too much to bear. But not before he has known the unforgiving light of the equator, a love that exists only in his imagination, and the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.

It was probably not so unusual to be a different person with a different man, for all parts were authentically within, waiting to be coaxed out by one person or another

She felt with the shiver the rare sensation that she was exactly where she should be. She was an idea, a memory, one perfect possibility out of an infinite number.