W: One of the things I like about being with you is that I don’t feel obliged to talk all the time. It’s easy to be silent with you. Being silent with you, close but not touching, eyes closed, not communicating with any of the five senses, just knowing you’re there, feeling you’re there, something else takes over, difficult to put into words because words belong to the five senses and this is something else. Something other. An awareness. It’s hard to describe it. A feeling that you are somewhere inside me, I am somewhere inside you. Outside the senses, beyond time and space, outside ourselves. I can’t put it into words. But it’s there. Do you feel that?
M: Hm?
W: Do you feel that.
M: I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.
-James Saunders, After Liverpool
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