Notes.

• love is knowing that, on occasion, it is impossible to help look for one who has lost herself - though I never entirely call off the search
• love asserts that for as long as you are lost, I too shall remain unaccounted for
• the equation of love is almost Newtonian - for every action, there is an exactly equal reaction - when one is lost, two are lost
• love permits the draining away of countless hours contemplating the object of one's obsession, declaring that no better use of time is possible
• love asserts that two people can form a bridge between England and Australia, and cross it during their dreams
• love asserts that what is contained in the other is more numerous, heavier and more serious than the constituents of the remainder of the universe taken together
• hence all human joys and pain, triumphs and defeat, overcoming and going under, are contained therein
• the idea of love is an attempt to explain the workings of love itself - it tries to rationalise why lying down in a public park in Cambridge, running for a flight in Budapest in a coat worthy of a homeless man, and the frustration of being unable to find a hotel in Blackpool as the sun baked us will be memories that are selected for recollection as my life comes to an end
• that is: love is greater than the mind is capable of grasping. What I call love, others would call God. So we deal in approximations - a series of staccato mental pictures or short films, which summarise it
• it is the final expression of Communism - owned by neither, but tended to religiously by both
• I try to paint it in words, and come up with stick-figures, but its reality shall elude me until the unfound re-discovers herself, and is duly returned to the dream-like state which is unparalleled.