Sense8 Season II, Sans Vous •
[for the best friend that stopped texting me back over a year ago] •
Our favorite movement from Mozart's Requiem plays over the credits of the Netflix series we binged through together three years ago. I sing the words to myself softly in Latin, as if reciting a thunderous declaration in pianissimo. I think of us standing next to each other in high school choir, bridging the divide between the altos and the basses, messing with each other, our voices masked behind perfect diction. The newest season of our show has just been released. We will both watch alone on different continents. & each new scene will evoke stinging nostalgia-- your living room, the wildlife photo slideshow on your Apple TV, empty pizza boxes, smoke breaks on the back porch and major 5th chords strummed between episodes. •
Don't you ever try to convince yourself that what we had was anything less than worthy and pure. I implore you, don't sell our dynasty short.