When You Write On Your Own, You

No Fruit Dies So Vile And Offensive A Death As The Banana.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss? Romantically She Decided That Love Must Surely Reside In The Gap Between Desire And Fulfillment, In The Lack, Not The Contentment. Love Was The Ache, The Anticipation, The Retreat, Everything Around It But The Emotion Itself.

Jemu Watched His Father Disappear. He Didn't Throw The Coconut And He Didn't Cry. Never Again Would He Know Love For Another Human Being That Wasn't Adulterated By Another, Contradictory Emotion.

The Present Changes The Past. Looking Back You Do Not Find What You Left Behind.

Why Couldn't She Be Part Of That Family? Rent A Room In Someone Else's Life.