Darren came up from Toronto for a visit over the long weekend.
These sessions always fulfill my quota of relationship talk. When one admits to not wanting to be in a relationship, this is followed naturally by the question, “Would you go for it if you found the perfect one right now?” from the other. Then in return, “If she came back to you and said she wanted to try again, but you only had a 50–50 percent chance of success, would you go for it?”
In our little duet, our philosophical collaboration, love is always a theme. No one else challenges our psyches in this regard.
We stayed in most of the time, but stepped out of the house for Jex’s Trivial Pursuit night at her co-op apartment, along with homemade pizza, key lime cookies, and bread and cheese platters.
Also, watched Thirst, which was quite an excellent story about a Korean vampire horror love triangle. A welcome relief from all the predictable trite that’s in Hollywood nowadays.
It was a brilliant weekend, filled with ice cream, summer heat, defeating bosses on the Gamecube, figuring out chords to The Knife songs, gazing at the craters of the moon through a modified achromats, and plenty of debauchery.
To expand on a recent entry: I have no need of hope. I don’t need something to look forward to in the future.
I have this, now, and it’s enough.