Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Desire, by its very nature, is a volatile force. An intangible beast, quick to morph into that which feeds on the unobtainable, the rare, the unknown. It is perfectly unpredictable, and unpredictable in its perfection. It has the capacity only to digest the moment, while scraps of unrefined consequence are discarded in favour of the more ambrosial taste of instantaneous gratification.