Progress not perfection. A line from a movie. Some feel good, throw-away, bleeding heart bullshit. StilI like it. Makes me think a little. What perfection am I chasing? What part of progress is getting lost? Has gotten lost somewhere along the way. Nothing major. Nothing crazy. At least I hope that’s the case. Who knows. Maybe they have floated far away from each other, like an iceberg from the glacier; like the scattering of continents after the Big Bang; like her soft hands and cute laugh and her openness to try new things, that you split from, that she did too. The moment clear as ice, naked in the candlelight – deafening – that you couldn’t cross the chasm together.