14.07.2024 Fly in the room

Fly on the wall, fly on the lamp, fly in the room. You remind me of the presence of death. You move me, cognitively - emotionally - physically. Since when do i love flies so? It may be because you feel like my only company in this room, in this moment in time. But you are nowhere near a last resort against loneliness. i can barley describe what i feel while looking at you take care of your wings. You seem so small. But the reality we are co-producing through our attention is neither small nor large. It just is. You remind me of the presence of death, and of the poetry of connection in life, and i love you for it.