Principessa

Remember the scene of Marina Abramović unexpectedly meeting Ulay at MoMA during her performance? Twenty-two years after they split by walking the Great Wall from opposite directions and meeting in the middle, only to separate.

There were tears. And it was electrifying.

Twelve years ago, there was this enigmatic beauty whom I got to know and meet occassionally. After dark, usually.

Now, we’re sitting here across the table from one another. She’s so beautiful, I notice. She did not age, my lord. I’m all grey, watered and worn. And she’s so beautiful and radiant, I have hard time keeping my cool.

And I can only wonder what future holds, or what would be if — this beauty has always been so enigmatic in public, majestic yet untouchable.

Oh well, I need my squat back!