Someone, always

‘Someone, always’ came from a strange place.
I remember cleaning the studio trying to distract myself from the pain of a heartbreak when I noticed a spider web in the corner of the ceiling. I stood there examining it as if I could insert it between that sting and me. It is all a web, isn’t it? The encounters we make, the relationships we chose and the ones we don’t, affect its weaving. I sometimes wished that despite the impossibility to rehearse the grief or the joy they can bring, I could somehow be prepared. While knowing, deep down, that it is their unexpectability that makes them, and life, possible.