‘don’t ever change’, ‘stay with me for ever’ … there is a longing for something even as it slips away. Perhaps especially as it slips away. That junkie’s longing to stay high. A desire for things to remain as they are and to never change. To never come down. Life isn’t like that, but some things are constant, and if we can only remember what they are, then maybe we can find some of that security that we feel we lack and search for in all the wrong places. In money, in drugs, in other people’s opinions. In our fear.
