I pictured myself there.
In the mist of all my senses being heightened,
as the exhibit is presenting me an alternate reality, feeling as im walking through space.
and i saw you. I thought about you when I was thinking of coming tonight. I wondered if I still knew any part of you, the part that I think would enjoy an experience like this, and I thought it might be nice too see you there.
its rare I have any thoughts of you. rarer to have any kind felt thoughts. I don‘t remember the good stuff with you, yet i know there was a lot.
in my new reality I tell you that, and I feel relieved.
“I know there was so much between us, so much good, I know that for certain because I still remember how it felt, I just can’t remember that it happened.
it’s sad you know, all so tainted by the ending.
It was nice to find something that could still connect us“
and it was. even if you never were really there, if that reality is in my minds eye, how can it not be a possibility?
remember : ‘cogito, ergo sum’ -Rene Descartes.
Was nice to see you there old friend. S.S.
