The obligatory first contact before fucking.

Dear ... ,

I'm writing you a love letter because it seems like the easiest way to end our relationship. It's not meant to be a letter poisoned with hateful remarks or regrets that will make your stomach feel like it's in knots. In fact, I find it more enjoyable to talk about the beautiful times we had together. Because how else can you not regret those few years? I remember the first time we stayed up all night together. Waiting for morning and sunrise. You wore sunglasses to hide the circles under your eyes and to avoid scaring the passing kids rushing to school for the first day of school. Everyone else had given up and gone to bed; we were the last survivors. We played music and danced. I liked the way you danced. Confident and a little sassy, like you're about to be judged by the StarDance judges. I had to laugh, and you laughed, too, even though you didn't know why. Time didn't exist then, and the morning was not part of either the day or the night for you and me. When the sun started to rise, I knew it wouldn't be the last time I'd see it with you. If the beginning of our relationship was the sunrise, now it's probably the sunset. Everything is slowing down, calming down, and quieting down. I believe in sunsets as much as I believe in sunrises. Because without sunset, there is no sunrise.

We kiss. And this time, neither of us sees it as an obligatory first contact before fucking.

Forever yours…

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*The title of the exhibition is a quote from the book I love Dick (1997) by Chris Kraus.