Soft Split by Szilvia Molnar
Death and sex pour out of offices. From such heights one can see their college careers burn to ash. This is what the aging process does to a person: it traps them in their own decisions. Every decision drives a person deeper and deeper into a reality that is of their choosing. Not all of those decisions are equally pleasurable: many bring pain. Relationships ought to provide joy and comfort but such things are impossible to achieve at all times.
Re-awakening from the slumber of several years of nothing shocks the system. Suddenly flirtation becomes a must. A person shrivels up first before they bloom. Death is the only way it can work thousands of little deaths before a person can be reborn anew. Offices try to limit the concept of relationships of sexuality of any distinguishing characteristic that might prove they are human. With such limitations people feel the desire to break free of it all of the shackles.
When a relationship dies that’s a shackle that becomes undone. The freedom can be liberating and terrifying at the same time. Occasional glimpses of the past reveal themselves and explain how this present moment happened. A childhood out in the woods before they found where the roads led, fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, they form a stew of sorts trying to define a yet undefined creature, soon to become a person and an adult.
The world has such desire. Not everybody experiences desire in the same way. Everyone is different. Movements are a must. Celebrities try to have their moments of aggression through self-promotion. Shits and counter-shits occur as the bad blood attracts the right kind of piranha. Animals work in funny ways from the parrot’s constant mimicking to the pink birds bizarrely proportioned. None of them quite have their own distinct identity they live off of a culture developed exclusively for them.
Life has subcultures dedicated to the dumbest things: from the weirdness of office work to the idea of constantly being in transit. The joys of transit is being surrounded by strangers and having no pressure to get to know any of them. An entire lifetime is lost out the window as the stares stare out at nothing in particular. Beds have similar attributes: they simply hide people away for a few hours letting them explore their innermost desires, the sorts of things that the daylight doesn’t want to know.
Babies live for the nights because they like reminding people they are alive. As people grow older it becomes less socially acceptable to cry in public. The reason babies cry is because later on they know they won’t get the same kind of leeway. Extreme emotions became tepid emotions by the end of a life whenever that happens. Death looms larger with the years passing by as it consumes a life, slowly but surely. This is what happens when someone doesn’t pay attention to their own inevitable mortality. Love pain comes with this kind of time progression how things can be dark and beautiful at the same time. It is how a relationship lasts with the darkness giving contrast to the light moments.