friendship

My friend Matthew came over the other day. We got to talking about art, artists, working, and life in general. The conversation was freewheeling, time passed fleet and unnoticed.So many thoughts and ideas emeged that I wondered aloud if I was talking too much, if perhaps I wasn’t listening, monopolizing the conversation.
I was assured that wasn’t the case.
At that point I realized the conversation, the visit, took on a life of its own. I was no longer completely me. I was something else, I was a part of the entity of conversation, interaction and emergent thought.

Anais Nin hit it on the head—
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”

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