Q: How is a novel like a painting?
A: Emphasis on the existence, the entrance, the origin of light. And what sets us apart from our ordinary nature, delivers us into the glittery realm, grinningly beyond.
Q: How is a painting like a poem?
A: The poetry of a horse greased in moonlight. The clawmarks we leave, ever untimely in the face of eternity.
Q: How is a poem like a pleasant memory?
A: Born from the desire field, beneath a subtle cloud.
Q: How is a pleasant memory like a tourniquet?
A: In the pensive quiet, a kind of earnestness, the softness showing. The restorative quality of even a short-lived affection.
Q: How is a tourniquet like a moment in time?
A: From restoration into gradual disuse.
Q: How is a moment in time like an emotion?
A: To intellectualize is to desaturate. Certain things can only be caught, only kept, by the greediest of hands.