If you had to exist outside of your corporeal self what would you be? If there were no temporal limits– if your existence as a supple morning dewdrop weren’t so ephemeral, what would you choose as your reality?
Maybe the line from your favorite book you highlighted the first time you read it, which feels so familiar you could sink into the letters and live in the gaps between words. Maybe the golden evening light that pours through your window and washes over everything, making your life look gentler and warmer. The smell of rain on pavement. Or one of those benches in Central Park that’s probably seen everything. I think I’d be the fleeting breaths between kisses, those little moments you pull away that briefly remind you of where you are in the most human way possible, and the times you’ve stopped kissing someone just to smile. Even though their eyes are still closed and they’ll never see it, they’ll know.
Muse & Musée 