In Love

I’m in love with everything that rises and falls in accordance with life cycle stages, as if the observations follow the function: F(x) = -x².

I’m in love with indispensable constant facts that are locked either in a dead man’s brain or in a prisoner’s throat that has already been cut.

I’m in love with a broken arrow since it represents a living evidence for the notion: looks are deceptive. Recall: a broken arrow yields an arrow’s appearance, yet it does not function as an intact arrow.

And finally, I’m in love with food given that it is the only way blood would bypass my brain and pause thoughts from flowing spontaneously in an out of control mode 😀