Decoherence 'I love you sub-atomically’- you said. 'Entangled’- you said. How then did our realities separate? I am incoherent in this decoherence. Where are you now? How do I reach you? I dream of dreaming of you. I wait secretly, surreptitiously to wake up in your reality. 'Strong’, they say…

Of life, love, death and what comes after A love letter to beyond How do I write this? Do I write this? Would you like me to write this? You must be cringing. You were always so private; our little world was always so much just our own. Maybe too much so. But I don’t think I would…