Transience is a constant

One of my favorite essays was titled Eros and Thanatos (a new refutation of), now this essay was from my senior year Lit magazine Opus. The essay talked of Love and how Love transcends time and is immortal, those not in Love is in a transitory universe going from moment to moment. Yes, seems quite melodramatic. However, parts of the essay is stuck to my mind like really thick peanut butter.

With apologies to Tara Baltazar

In the sixth grade I thought I'd kill myself over a fight with my mother. Today, I can't remember the fight. In this age I am seeing someone. Twenty years from now someone will only be marked by time and place. Nineteen ninety-five, East Village. A photograph may remember.

excerpt from Eros and Thanatos (a new refutation of)

My friends Carol and Heidi are moving to Chicago today and I will miss them. I remember Heidi from one of my first times visiting the Westshore Unitarian universalist Church in Rocky River, Ohio. I did not remember what the sermon was about by I was struck when she came up to the podium and talked about how her partner (Carol) and her lives were set and seemed to be smooth going and then both she and Carol lost their jobs and how frightful this experience was. Heidi ended with a different job as a social worker, and Carol was continued at her teaching job despite being laid off earlier in the summer. I think that Ahmie and I approached Heidi after that service and introduced ourselves.

That was the start of a beautiful friendship. Now Carol and Heidi are all packed up their apartment is mostly empty except for some trash that needs to be tidied. Heidi is going to seminary school in Chicago training to be an Unitarian universalist (UU) minister. Carol is going with her and trying to find work there.

I feel a strong urge to wake up early in the morning an make sure I take a picture of Carol and Heidi before they drive off.

Two Thousand and Five, Lakewood. A photograph may remember.