the string that ties us

beautiful eulogy

let's suppose that a kite could come to life and develop its own personality. on the one hand

it would feel the exhilaration that comes from the surges of wind that direct it through the sky. on the other hand

it would almost immediately take notice of something annoying. the tugging of the string at its centre; a feeling of constraint; resistance. and soon the kite begins to think to itself

if only i could detach