Love is not deletion.
Love is not completion.It is watching a videotape of someone watching a videotape of you watching a videotape.
It is reading in the newspaper about important developments and new breakthroughs.
It is going to the craft show where you eat permeated hamburgers and dream of Florida while you wander among the decoupage kits.
It is a car full of attractive young people travelling vaguely under the midnight vapour lamps towards the idea of Oromocto, New Brunswick.
It is all the marrow in your bones being sucked out by vampire puppies.
- St. Clair CarrMidnight in Mississauga © Actual Analysis, 1999
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