The most beautiful thing that humans possess is their devotion. Their diying in the other, in commonality, in the world.

To bear love, wow it burdeningly breaks to me. Its eyes, its flesh, how it wants everything from me.

Here is its place. Here on these plains. March field of longing, desert of salvation.

Saw Ida on the Elsensteg. Showed her, in passing, that I was listening to her song on my cell phone.

She flinched uncomfortably and I left.