Love Doesn't Evaporate

Don't protect yourself from loss, pain, regret, and hope.

Melées Nocturnes (1958) by Dorothea Tanning

Last night I had a dream that I visited Los Angeles and it was all steep hills sparkling in bright sunlight. I marveled at how brilliant and shiny everything was, but I also thought, “This will never be yours again. This belongs to them, not you.”

I visited my old house, which had been abandoned by the owners, a…