« slow blink | Main | minuit à paris »

mixed metaphors

Love is true but it isn't always clear. It's a heady brew of cross-purposes in unlikely harmony. That's why, when it fails, it breaks down into things like resentment and hatred and sadness and anger, because all those things are contained within it, three hundred sixty degrees of contrary impulses buoying the heart in every direction—taut and shiny, a rising balloon.

Post a comment