On the Clown and die-cuts. And coffee.

I have had the perfect title for about a year now. But not the words.

The notion of love.

A younger me once asked, "Are you in love, or are you more in love with the notion of being in love?" I have since hated my guts for this awfully insensitive, foot in mouth inquiry. And, over a period of time argued against this need to define and organize sentiments into sets of absolutes. Yet, I find myself asking this every once in a while. And, wondering if the notion of love isn't, after all, more liberating.