“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.” – Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
meaning
Sometimes, this is where we go. When words have lost their sway, when language is nothing but a convention, when everything is ambiguous and conceptual. Phrases loaded, two outs, no clear way home.
Sometimes, we crawl to each other. Vulnerable, human, needy. Sexuality can be sadness. Intimacy can be painful. Carnality is just that, carnal by virtue.
Because words can sometimes be just that simple, even when they’re wrapped in entendre.