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Ah, yes: emotional attachments. Emotion IS attachment, it's the glue of attachment. That to which you are attached takes on the air of necessity.

Is that what I am? Necessary for you? Am I your breath, your shelter, your food? Am I love? Or am I a fleshy confusion, a bit of fog--graffiti on the walls you've erected?

I am faded, I am that.

One thing I've learned is that rebels end in rebellion because they have a goal. The goal of having a goal is to never reach it. That's what we mean by "hope" and "future."

We are not each other's future, we are each other's now. We are not each other's past, we are each other's now. When you sigh me from your system is there not in that very act the presumption that I will come back exactly as you remember? Is that what I am, your memory of me? Am I the ghost that lurks in you, because if I am then your sighs have nothing to do with me, but rather, with this self-fullfilling process in you.

I am what you project. And when you paint a picture of the fake future with colorful memories, how can you see me?

And without me, where are WE?