On Love That Does Not Perform

I keep writing about love because I keep trying to understand it as practice, not performance.

Essay

I keep writing about love because I keep trying to understand it. Not romantic love specifically, though that is in there. Love as a practice. Love as a discipline. Love without an audience. Love that does not know it is being watched. Genuine love is expensive. It costs presence, honesty, and time in a way that cannot be scheduled. That is the love I am interested in: not the feeling, but the practice.