Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Ian Grimble and Richard Matthews of Communion Music at 2KHz, Crouch End, London
If you don't believe that most loves, most souls are selfish, check yourself.
Love is and souls are.
Or they just might be self-destructive.
LULS teeter on the concepts and the pitiful situations that arise when people get going and they JUST CAN'T HELP THEMSELVES.
For some reason, this - which I found in a preface to a John Updike collection - seems to belong here:
"Once upon a time there was a little fish who was bird from the waist up and who was madly in love with a little bird who was fish from the waist up. So the fish-bird kept saying to the bird-fish: 'Oh, why were we created so that we can never live together? You in the wind and I in the wave. What a pity for both of us!' And the bird-fish would answer: 'No, what luck for both of us. This was we'll never be in love because we'll always be separated.'" - from Vassilis Vassilikos' "The Well"