I’ve told myself on numerous occasions, various moments- there’s something I like, something I hate. There’s something, you know? It’s been about a week since I began reading Yuri manga. Quite a sight I’ve rarely acknowledged, yet welcomed. It has a common theme of course: love. What is it? There’s something about love. I absolutely love it. And I will continue to declare it.

Narrative spaces are an interesting concept to imagine. It helps determine distinctions, yet considers the relationships between them to provide for comprehension. In the scope of what we'd consider outside of fiction and media, what are our spaces? Sometimes, it's strange to imagine a place where something exists and something doesn't. Is it strange to wonder what makes you different from me? If you were to give me something from yourself, what would become of it? How do I consider it? Perhaps it's all in the narrative goals that define what we want. And it may be a struggle to fixate on something that may not be as I want it to be. Or limit what is beyond what I may see. I wonder where the narrative spaces lie, how they interact with each other. Our relationships really are quite unique, wherever we exist in these spaces. No matter how many places we may be. How can I enjoy it, how can I not?

Late one night, I came upon something referred to as "anticipatory anxiety". In one way or another, it lingers quite often. Yet I enjoy the warmth, yet I don't. It doesn't tell me much. I don't think it's something that can communicate with me, don't give it a new identity. It's my thoughts and what else lays upon my perception.

For your sake, you may consider this a poem.