The Unaccomplished Sex Life of an Accomplished Idiot
“...it is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us... there is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that Imagination is not the torch-bearer?”
~Lord George Gordon Byron
Tell me of anyone who does not live in and for the memory of what never did – what they wished did – what they would not have given their right hand so that it did – happen, and I'll call you a liar.
It's not the "what if it did?" but rather the "why the hell did it not?" Forgive me the hell word, please, unaccomplished lust has everything to do with unaccomplished love, and thus with... hell.