Absolutely Nothing To Do With Anything

I’d been writing most of the day. You know, hardcore romance about overwhelming immoral, wonderful, sexual, unmarried love and passion. We went to the shops and had a coffee at an outdoor bar. I sipped a cappuccino  – you know me being a modern sophistocrat and all. The waiters were young guys – students I guess. I was sitting with my lover poet man Oscar talking about character development in a novel. Just how much percentage can you give this stuff? It seemed important to me – but most things I want to say seem that way.

From inside the bar came a young man’s pure voice singing Schubert’s Ave Maria. I’m no Christian. I’m not anything at all but I know a neutral non sectarian angel of mother love and joy passed by and filled that young guy’s heart. He passed it on and I was there. I was a conscious being in that moment and I was more than me.

Emma Thinx: Belief outlines. Disbelief defines.