2003-09-02 10:16 am

Bottle

I have a deep love for my friend in Berlin.

The depth of the love sometimes astonishes me. It is a male love - a perfect brotherly love, but also a love born out of a common condition. This sort of love seems to me to be the most poignant, even if it is not the most romantic. It is the sort of love that could quite easily bring tears to my eyes.

I think love of this order is quite a noble thing. Although it is produced by the recognition of oneself in others, it is not in the least narcissistic, because it is the recognition not of qualities, but of a particular condition of being, a way of looking at the world, a dasein or soulfulness. This sort of love raises my spirits and inspires me to action, fills me full of ... something. My grandfather would have called it "bottle".

I think I love him because he is alone, as I am. Alone with oneself, no matter how many people are around, no matter what relationships you might have.

Incarcerated.

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