Vachon Imagined

“I want her,” she whispers inside the framework of her own body.
“I want that man. I want that thing.”

Why?

Because of how it makes her feel.

Good. Dangerous. Unsteady. Alive.

But all of it happens inwardly first.
Experience is not out there—it arrives here.

The outer world loses its separation.
“Out there” is already “in here.”

They are not two systems.
They are one movement.

Life establishes itself through relation.
The physical becomes real through encounter.

There is no “I” without “you.”
No observer without what is observed.

I learn from you.
I learn from myself.
The boundary folds both ways.

And what remains is not separation,
but contact.
relationship.
connection.