we only live in relation to each other: / brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, children we are all

mother and sisters are relations, but so are times, places and things. we cooperate with untold thousands on daily basis – we relate with a seamstress in bangladesh when we pull our trousers on, one leg at a time. with the worker in the sandwich factory when we eat our lunch. with the victorian engineers who built our sewers when we flush the loo.

it’s easy to be swept up by the self-fetishisation movement. to believe that you have control over your destiny. you do not. you merely have influence over it. so to do anything in the hope of an outcome – for me and my calculations anyway – is folly. to live a happy life, one must do the things that one wants to do for their own sake.

life is a process, not a product.

every coincidental couple share or will share a day / (assuming all live lives that lap over and aside) / when one is either twice or half as old as their partner.

this was an idea that occurred to me a few years ago. i was coming up to the age my father was when i was born, and i noticed that there would be, during that year, a day on which i was exactly half as old as my father. and it isn’t a big leap from there to realise that for any two people who live at the same time, assuming both live long enough, there will come a time when one is twice the age of the other. whether it’s when they are two and four or 40 and 80.

i have sort of mystic beliefs about numbers. i can’t explain them really. i think they sometimes convey messages to me. of course, my lover and i, being a coincidental couple, share a day. it fell on 1111 999. how could it not be love?