Blister kisses

There is a blister on the sole of my right foot. It doesn’t surprise me; looking after feet is boring. Then I check my left foot: another blister, in the same spot. Why that surprises me surprises me. After all, my two feet have endured the same experiences: the same late nights, the same new shoes. It took the same pressure, the same heat, the same friction to create the same blister in the same spot on my two soles.

It’s not that different with people. Two souls can share the same spirit, divine twin responses to life, pursue a parallel path – moulded by mirror circumstances.

Today I am devouring Patti Smith’s Just Kids, a memoir of her formative years with Robert Mapplethorpe. It’s setting my imagination on fire.

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