I was thinking about space, and distance and relationships today. About how some of the most exciting moments are found before the action, in the spaces between yourself and the other person, between yourself and discovery, between yourself and the world. It's locking eyes across the room. The moment just before lips meet. Those few minutes right before the climax of the novel. The presents sitting for days, wrapped, beneath the tree. It's Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. It's tension.
Why am I thinking about this now? At a moment when then only tension of this sort I have had in awhile was the presents under the tree? And watching The Big Sleep? For lack of something better to do, my over active imagination has started creating tension about having tension. Distract me, please?
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