Cinta sendiri adalah sebait puisi yang terlalu panjang untuk dinikmati semalam suntuk dalam sebuah pementasan.

Betapa membosankan melihat cinta dari balik kotak kaca setebal 3 sentimeter dalam sebuah pameran.

Di sekitar saya, atas nama cinta, orang-orang berjalan dengan tangan-tangan terpaut. Menggenggam jari-jemari yang sesungguhnya tak akan pernah mereka miliki. Dan sesungguhnya tak akan pernah bisa mereka mengetahui rahasia-rahasia yang tersembunyi di sela-sela jari-jemari itu meskipun mereka telah menyentuhnya.

Saya bukan kritikus, kolektor, kurator, atau penikmat cinta yang terpajang dalam kotak.

It’s just so damn pathethic.

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