‘What is love?’ I asked Liam. It was a question we revisited often.
Liam took a drag of his cigarette and said: ‘What IS?’
Yeah, man. I don’t know.
We looked out at the view of the park in front of us. It was pretty.
‘I like those trees.’ I indicated to a pair of tall palm trees that seemed eye level to the tenth floor balcony view. I wanted to reach out and grab them. They seemed so tangible, touchable, yet completely unreachable. It’s a strange feeling, being eye level with a treetop.
‘I want to fly to them.’ I closed my eyes and imagined being weightless, lightly lifting myself off the ledge of the balcony, delicately, and gliding across the sky, over the street, and landing on the treetop.
I opened my eyes. ‘What is, Liam? What IS?’
I don’t know. I’m not sure we’re experiencing the same reality.