A Written Web

If you wrote a book about someone, you’d like it if they wrote a book about you. If you wrote a chapter about them, you’d like it if they wrote a chapter too. If someone is a footnote in your book, you’d like to be a footnote in theirs. If you’ve erased someone from your book, you hope you’ve also been erased from theirs.
You don’t want them to do this to return the favor, you want everything to be genuinely mutual. You want whatever is sincere within you to also be originating sincerely within them at the same moment organically.

Yes, you want all this, possibly without knowing you want all this. It’s an unrealistic, unconscious fantasy.
Reality, however, weaves a web not so symmetrical, in which you’re a footnote to someone who’s a book to you, if you’re lucky enough not to be erased, you’re a book to someone who’s a chapter to you, a footnote to a chapter, a book to a footnote, forgotten by the remembered, remembered by the forgotten.

And so it goes. 

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