Some twists and turns. Goods and evils. We
have started a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ dynamic…which is headed straight for
Doomsday. My girlfriendly insecurities linger; I know that if he sleeps with
another, he’ll be safe. But will I, in the end? The drive of maintaining the
purity of our relationship is obsolete. There is no purity. We’re both smudged.
In this tacit fuck-other-people-in-silence dynamic, I am incapable of
movement.