”Wide eyes draw new light, uncovering new contours.
Familiar, yet uncanny,
like a lover’s favourite record played backwards.
Everything the same, everything changed.
And again, and again.
The sound colours everything.
Collared to something, collared to someone.
Like sand gathered in pockets and hems, outfits remember things.
The fearlessness of early youth, found again in middle age.
A commitment without possession.
An evolution without leaving.
An unearthing,
or a bedding down.
A union.
Again and again”
