Longing as the slow unfurling of your soul. A love that disembowels you. “Not unrequited love but unsynchronized love” as Kuritzkes put it. Two moons caught in each others orbit, momentarily close enough to touch before ripping away. Each turn draws closer to the collision. Nightmarish fluctuation. Wanting to touch, not touching, touching, wanting to love, not loving, loving, falling, not wanting to fall, falling over and over and over again until a star death-like ending forces a kaleidoscopic experience of…