By Ahmed Latif
There is something casual about the majesty of morning light. I am awake without any sleep; sprawled on the floor contemplating the origin of the word ‘table’.
How do I write ‘I love you’? How do I write ‘I love you’ when it’s you? How do I write ‘I love you’ and still be original? Do I make a Marvin Gaye or a Barry White reference? Do I juxtapose the good times and the bad? Do I use the word ‘radiant’? Do I invoke a memory that holds implied significance? How do I compose a work of affection? Has your beauty always been so cliché? But the truth is always simple and predictable, just like the words ‘I love you’. I write the way I live, the way we live: passionate, irrational, and arbitrary; maybe even a little crazy. I guess not crazy, it has negative connotations, more like temperamental.
How do ‘I’ write I love you? I share our inside jokes, which are as follows:
From Minsk to Montevideo: The Continuation of Broadway.
I severely enjoyed this intentional mental breakdown.
On a separate note, I am bitter towards every inanimate object.
I love flickering lights because of their hateful impact on society.