love in art. (Boy X Boy)

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"I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers, on bikes from schools and cars; with autumn leaves fallen sparse across mid-afternoon.
He blazed about how cultural language is an operation system, a simple interface rendered feeble and listless when tested with a divinity or a true understanding of the human condition. I never did understand - the duality of art and reality, living life and treating it as such but with a certain disconnect. To touch that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon, and between the spires and rolling roofs of the white city. That orange, English light cast only one, singular shadow
For you are not beside but within me."