Droplets, droplets: we are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way, to pour us down a path.

“Nos dijeron que el amor era una enfermedad. Nos dijeron que acabaría matándonos…”

“We’ll go.” Her voice is surprisingly deep and forceful. Set in her sunken, ship…”

“Everything has taken on a strange, distant quality - the sounds of running and …”

“Symptoms of Amor Deliria NervosaPHASE ONE:-preoccupation; difficulty focusing-d…”