Candy

by Luke Davies

It’s hard, I suppose, to stop at a year or less, when you still look good, when it still feels good.

In the end, life can be seen to be inconsequential, in the way that nothing matters on some vast evolutionary scale. But everything matters, and we know that most when life seems most horrific, when at each instant of time, all the space around us is everything there is.

It’s so hard to experience beauty when it all stands in contrast to a greater unbeauty.

There are times love would seem to be the only word capable of describing the frightening physics of this momentum. There is desolation and then there is each other.

Because when you think you are in love you don’t want to know about the things that could end it.