I love with a love impersonal and divine. I don't love the individual amanda, violet, rose, they're just tears in the veil, interchangeable keys in the same symphony, i love them like the sun, like fragments of poetry, for their reflection of something past the dream

I love every woman at once, they're all amanda

in the way she moves, the small layers on fat on her bones, she is playing a theme of the platonic woman, the rest is imperfection and clipping