Finishing art is overrated, nonessential.
The process is essential. That’s all.
There was a pink pastel laying near the charcoal, and an earth-tone pastel laying near the pink pastel. There were scissors nearby too.
I chose pink.
That’s beautiful, what she feels, he says.
Then he says: I don’t think either of us have ever actually lost our sense of control in love.
I say I agree.
And I don’t know that I even aspire to do that, he says.