There are few things that focus one solely on the present. Terror is one. Grief another. But nothing washes the world away like the lips of another. Seems an odd custom, strangers putting their mouths together and exploring each other with their tongues. When you think about it, kissing makes no sense at all.
I think, for us, kissing is pretty much like an opening act, you know? I mean, it’s like the stand-up comedian you have to sit through before Pink Floyd comes out.
Everybody likes everybody when they’re kissing.
