We loved Howl & the Tao when it was still spelled with a T. We loved green tea but often had Orangina instead. We loved Trakl & a darkly declarative sentence. We loved different genders but knew we were just two variations on the theme, horny teenage boy. We loved Heidegger & dwelling in your kitchen, drinking Orangina, being there, for an hour, two, being moved by each other’s stillnesses.
