dear you,

I wanted to tell you that it’s me.
I mean, that if you don’t manage at school you are not wrong, the school wasn’t ready yet, it’s me that has to find another way. and that seeing beauty is a responsibility I choose to take.
as I choose loving you even if it doesn’t work or you are far away.
loving is like praying or going harvesting wild herbs in the woods: it means going back to repetition. it is a practice, an anticapitalist ontological shift in which to have faith.
a practice cannot be consumed.
as are my words for you.

the real word for world is forest
the real word for forest is time
the real word for time is kairos
the real word for kairos is attention
the real word for attention is practice
the real word for practice is repetition
the real word for repetition is difference
the real word for difference is operation
the real word for operation is ‘x’
the real word for ‘x’ is neverending
the real word for neverending is nonconsumable
the real word for nonconsumable is anticapitalism
the real word for anticapitalism is faith
the real word for faith is staying
the real word for staying is important
the real word for important is choice
the real word for choice is beauty
the real word for beauty is responsability
the real word for responsability is word
the real word for word is world
the real word for world is forest

you see?
can we go harvesting chamomile once together? or any other plant if you prefer; simply because of the doing of it.
that is like writing to you.

sincerely …