click click.

i imagined today that people are like gears.

aristophanes tells a story of the original three sexes: male, female, and androgynous-each with four arms, four legs, and spherical. every person was cut in half to restrain us. so, he suggests that this is the reason we spend our entire lives looking for our soul mates, looking for another person to complete us and make us whole again.

all of that jerry macguire shit about one person completing another is bull. i am a whole person on my own.

maybe it's not about finding a person who "completes" me. maybe it's just about finding another gear, slightly rusted and imperfect in places that mirror my own broken pieces. and together we will fit in our brokenness.

and we will click click click.