The Open Matt Project

And so what is love?

And so what is love? Some sort of perverse addiction soaked in self-loathing and desire for redemption and valifdation? A purity of existance wherein you get to see, however skewed, the basis and thrust behind existing? A pulse of emotion, a momentary breakthrough of insight which reveals the plastic tarp that catches our outbursts and levels them on a landscape of mutual undertanding? Blah blah blah. I gear up to spend all that I have on that one thing. That unreachable goal, the apex and nadir of achievement.