in minutele de dinainte de-a-ntarzia.

on beginnings and endings.


i love beginnings and endings. for
multiple reasons.

but these days, jumping between endings, it all made sense.


beginnings are...
creative.


you meet someone new, there are All the possibilties.
you know next to nothing about them,

they can be your next lover,
next best friend or worst enemy,

or you could rob a bank together,
or be kidnapped together,
or they'll change your religion,
or you'll turn them into a freakin' harry potter fan.


the posibilities are pure poetry, they
quite literally,
endless.

end-les-ness.


and then you do stuff.
whatever you do.
you say hi on the street, have lunch together, go to the zoo together,
think with them and about them
you
do stuff
and the endlessness becomes reality, becomes stuff that actually happens.
stuff you can count, quantify, analyse, stuff that's just... there. it's not creative, or perfectly logical, it's just there.

which is cool, but

then

you part ways.

and that's when the endlessness ends.
that's the conclusion, that's the solution, that's the "well, that happened".

that's the logical bit, the... ultimate list, the final results, the
numbers, the numbers that cannot be changed.

the most finite, rational thing.


so, there are arguments to be made about my arguments,
but,
this that's why i love them: beginnings and endings, endlessness and the end of it, posibilties and future premises.

poetry
and
numbers.