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This Interminable Journey Towards Each Other
February 22, 2007*This is the first of a series of love letters.
Doesn't it strike you as odd how very much like archaeologists we are? Every day, we try to chip away at each other's surfaces. We peel a little more of the layers that are as much a part of us as our eyes or hair. We dig up information we would later on sift through, not unlike the way flour is sifted through sieves. Which movie made you cry? Why do you love to cook? What music do you listen to? We feed each other information in spoonfuls: my birthdate, how I got the scar on my left brow, the books I want to read. This is what we do every time we talk to each other. We nourish an inexhaustible hunger to unearth more.
It's not easy, these closely plaited twin journeys of discovery. It's very easy to get lost in the surface, to veer off track because of the regularity of patterns: the constancy of meals, the inconstancy of our fights, the triviality of whispered endearments, the precision with which we mark birthdays, anniversaries, and grudges. But you and I know how painstaking our work is. We tunnel into unplumbed fissures of each other's minds, poking, probing, until we find a glittery vein, half-covered with dust, stone, and secrets. Why do we dig? It is not for the challenge. We dig to understand.
These, then, are what we are to each other: surfaces, patterns, and a series of unearthings. Now you know why we are so much like archaeologists, you and I. Without conscious thought, we have turned our relationship into a science. Every day, we unravel finely knotted ropes of history and self. We learn in clumps; we love in trickles; and every day is a day we spend teaching ourselves memory of each other.
Doesn't it strike you as odd how very much like archaeologists we are?
