sometimes you meet an image of the love of your life in visions, shifted realities, and vortex dimensions in the streets of Ireland. and then become sad when you are no longer with him, but also realise you cannot be sad because at least you know he exists, even if it is on another plane in space and time.

so you make rosemary tea, drink whisky, roll a cigarette, and smile because you feel so fortunate to be home and allowed more time to live.