In a sense love is just like writing: 
living in such a heightened state that accuracy and awareness are vital. 

~ Chris Kraus

When you take note of someone, do you inadvertently ascribe to them a note, a particular notation? 

That could be well what Wong Kar Wai had noted, noticed was needed for 花樣年華 to become — the right notes to accompany Su Li-zhen and Chow Mo-wann not just when they walk and during their walks | but in and as | their walk. 

Are they then also scored? 

Marked and elevated, simultaneously. 

Can you actually leave marks on angels?

If every angel’s terrible
Then why do you welcome them? 

~ Coco Rosie

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Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again

~ The Cure

can’t help I but stare at

her hair, impaired 

one day we’ll say — in silence —  

what a small affair

but only if I got myself 

to care, made the mistake 

of trying to right a wrong

that wasn’t even there why can’t

we just sit and bare

our voices, let them run in the night

and when they trace themselves into our hands

play with them in spite

of our plans

spinning in colour, colours spinning 

into our minds, might have something

to do with time perhaps

the two of us should have rhymed

at least our hair once entwined

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Even if the world’s beauty and love were on the edge of destruction, theirs would still be the side to be on; defeated love would still be love, hate’s victory would not make it other than it was. 

~ Salman Rushdie

Not a coincidence I think that wanted can mean 
both the fugitive and the loved.

~ Jason Wee

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What might it mean to give someone time? 

And how can you give someone something which was never yours to begin with? Then again, maybe you can only give away things that were never yours: unless you open your ears to translated possibilities of your gift always being giften to yourself. 

Or that time were never a thing. 

Only a relation. 

Like love. 

Am I in love? — yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

~ Roland Barthes

Be careful though that being patient doesn’t turn you into a patient. 

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Je vous dirai aujourd’hui tout ce que je ne sais pas 
mais dont je sens la langue me lécher le cœur quand je le pourrai. 

~ Hélène Cixous

— OR WHAT IF ANGELS FALL IN LOVE

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Jeremy Fernando reads, writes, and makes things. His latest book, I’m not ghosting you, can be found here: https://www.delerepress.com/books/imnotghostingyou