What comes first is: Distance
I once found romance in the idea of an inner being, a deeper self, a true me. There is simplicity in the idea that there is ‘pure’ within us all, that I project upon the surface only the faintest traces of my “real” person. I find now that there is no simplicity to human-ness, no romance to be found in the ease of stillness, for the self is active, she is moving, she is fluid; he is in and he is out; a reflection of the human condition: they are change. Distance is a matter of relativity, and “Far” is only a measure, not a place. I now find romance in the knowledge of my absolute lack of knowledge.
Masindi Ikhona Nafisa Mbolekwa is a son, a friend, and an imaginer of things.
