Until Death

In lieu of a lengthy post, I thought that on this pleasant Saturday morning, I would share a visual memory from a delightful shop called Red Flower (in nolita) where I picked up a moonflower candle the other day. Behind the counter was some tile art on the floor, which reminded me of the increasingly uncompromising nature of my own self and of the ever so predictable and twisted nature of others (those for whom love is a throw-away thing, which can be as easily applied to one person one day and then just as easily transferred to the next possible candidate without any explanation or apologies)