people want to believe in love. there's a carefully designed house in your mind that you build up for a few years, then gradually the foundation decays. but as it decays you can still place little trinkets. how nice it would be to move to a different house. some people say that the decay is all around us as well, in the house built by the collective mind of all the humans. maybe this house doesn't decay in the same way though. or the true nature of the decay can't be known by any person, it would have to be an outside observer. if you believe in love, you can try to love while you're here, maybe that makes the decay seem not as bad.
