Timeout

Untitled, 1989.

Timeout

In life as in love, there are moments when things die down. The pauses where lovers catch their breath. Where they sit naked, just to grab a drink, a cigarette, and exchange soft looks of exquisite complicity, or glance outside and wonder oh, yeah, there’s the world, out there, I’d forgotten about that. Until a caress or a kiss has us forget it once again. Sometimes, don’t we feel the most alive when things die down?