"Maybe in the next life
I'll tell you I care"
This is the saddest couplet I've ever heard. In this song the man makes a half-hearted commitment, not understanding that things don't change, that they won't change, that the boundaries of time stand between them. He's trying to figure it out, but he doesn't understand the theory of eternal recurrence, a dimension where things constantly repeat, forever, for as long as time is.
Where there is little hope for change, nearly zero hope for change, there is still a possibility on the bottom side of 'little hope', of 'nearly zero hope', revealing a small, small passage of possibility. It takes a huge and constant effort, like 'turning back the tide', like 'making the sun run backwards' to break through the astral iron of recurrence.
This possibility lies in love, the only power that can change eternal recurrence. If he realizes this power, if he changes timelines and makes efforts to be with her, he will actually be able to tell her he cares.
tell me one thing. it doesn’t have to be profound. it could be about your work; it could be about some film or tv show you’ve watched or a coffee place you like. it could be short or long. i’ll post it along with a link of your choice to your work or somewhere else. disclaimer: i might choose not to post if it doesn’t suit me.
your reward? send me your mailing address & i’ll send you something whimsical…
it’s getting a tad quiet out there this summer & i think we need an injection of whimsy.
so fire away. svp. amanda at angelhousepress dot com