PINING DEW 2 - TOSKOVAT

PINING DEW 2 - TOSKOVAT

Today, I remembered my first love (and a few other obsessions), after finding our old vase. When I was young, I wrote a parable about an alien who loved pineapples. But only very specific pineapples. His human partner wouldn’t have liked their fermentation and they couldn’t speak the same language. I guess nothing makes sense when you’re in love, and nothing matters more when you’re drunk on love. In the following days, I went swimming very often. Sometimes, I felt waves of lavender bringing me sleep, but most often, it was tides of gin and tonic drowning it. In the end, there were always tears, burning my cheek and salting my glass. But there is no end.