Interviews

How can I explain things?    
Let's start at the beginning,  
shall we? And don't say we    
shouldn't.  
 
Damon, The Toddler  
 
"Love is, is when a mommy  
and a daddy love eachother  
VERY much and have a baby!"  
 
Really? Is sex what love is in  
it's entirety? Well surely there's  
more than grunting and moaning,  
to it, isn't there? It just can't be  
a key and keyhole situation and    
that's all.    
 
Ashley, The Pre-Teen  
 
"Well my dad TOLD me that good  
feelings come from chemicals, in    
your BODY! So, maybe that's what  
love is."  
 
Fair point, but we can't all be drinking  
the Kool-Aid and hallucinating, can we?  
I suppose mass poisoning IS an option  
but where did the mysticism come from?  
 
James, The Teenager  
 
"Dude, love left the house a LONG time    
ago. I mean, it was here, it left behind  
a few old people, but it didn't touch us,  
man. Like, nowadays it's fuckin', haha.  
Fuckin' like tragic rabbits."  
 
He stopped short when his words    
began to sound, decent, intelligent,  
poetic even. Was another "impulse"  
what caused him to stop? To fear  
something? Is fear the underlying    
chime here. It very well could be.  
 
 
Erica, The Middle-Aged Adult  
 
"Love is just hard to find! You go  
to bars, you go on dates and the    
guys are just empty. It's scary.  
It makes you do things you wouldn't  
normally do. (brief yet odd lapse in  
conversation on her end) Oh, um,    
yes, love."  
 
Erica seemed detached for the whole  
rest of the interview but never again  
spoke of the "things" that we "do" for  
love, as it were. Again, fear rears it's  
face to me through desperate, as it    
seems, people. Love-starved? Is it    
possible? Isn't there a need for love  
in the first place to be starved of it?  
 
 
Betty, The Elderly Widow  
 
 
"Ah, love, it's charming. Truly persuasive.  
You'll do just about anything for a taste,    
haha. Children nowadays don't think love    
is true but I know it's true. The love of my    
husband, bless his soul, saved me from doing  
myself away, never to see the light of day  
again, all he did was kiss me. No words, no  
explanations. Just love. There's no way I    
can describe anything new to you, the    
swelling sensation in your heart or chest,  
butterflies, giddiness, the giggles. It's all    
there. We were all there once. So close,  
so very, very close."  
 
Betty died after our talk, these are her last  
words, "I don't want to frighten you but, I love  
you I love you I love you."