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Issue 68: Editor's Letter
I had a hunch about you, sir.
I had a hunch you might be a real romantic.
– A Single Man
Romance isn’t always a love story. Or a happy chaos or a dark tragedy. It can be part of our everyday. It can be sitting alone on an airplane anticipating take-off. Looking at a blue wall and declaring it the colour of sapphire. Winking at the person in the lift. Running your finger along a sign that says ‘do not touch’. Going for dinner and never making it home before midnight. Keeping poetry books by your bed and reading them all night long, especially when you have to be up early the next day. Falling for someone because of what they can create. Steak and chips every single night for a week. Going to bed for days with a broken heart. A double shot of coffee. Or the entire menu. Surfing that first time. Dancing with a stranger at a wedding. Fighting like Kahlo and Rivera over who’s to put the dishwasher on.Wearing blue jeans to black tie. Laughing at the perversity of art. Having monumental failures off the back of epic victories. Losing things because your mind is on big ideas. Still loving someone after 15 years and 40 days together. Swimming at sunrise. Wanton thoughts sent anonymously in a letter.
The ultimate seduction is the ability to see the poetry in a chance meeting, the beauty of a storm when you’re caught without an umbrella and the humour in your feelings of total fear. It’s believing in serendipity, in love at first sight, magic and the force of nature. It’s being absolutely sincere but all kinds of wicked. Using your powerful imagination to bring the sublime to the mundane.
When hearts collide, it can be just for a moment. It doesn’t have to be forever.
Take the time for sentiment.
Live with mystery. Give in to temptation.
Hang on to every word …
Go on, swoon.