this saturday thought

of course it doesn’t last, love is a continuous shape-shifting mutation, it’s like a twirling and twisting fractal blooming in different directions, its form gets defined by the movement itself.

it is well structured, its main cells are the various little constant transformations.

it’s a multidimensional process puzzle that cannot be characterized nor defined by a few separate episodes which have little meaning if extracted from the bigger picture.

sometimes the pattern fades to infinitesimal swirls while new curly branches develop and flourish, twisted and intricate as a labyrinth inside a labyrinth.

it’s easy to get lost. that’s the only easy thing about it.

this saturday thought