Genuine eros makes us desire a particular person; crude desire is satisfiable by fungible bodies.


Gonna leave you

Well so far this fall, I have raked so many leaves I can’t even think anymore. Every weekend for the past 6, I have had to rake leaves. I want to cut these freaking trees down. But the spouse won’t have it. She likes the trees. But as it may be, she doesn’t have to rake them up. I want to cut down these nuisance trees and plant some queen or royal palm trees to flank the driveway. Or even put maples in place. At least they don’t continually drip sap and berries all over the cars and driveway. Oh well, wishful thinking. I guess only in my dreams can I think about “leaving”.