by Sine Qua Non

it will be you and me.

and on the backseat, a guitar we both can barely play. the car speaker thumping out our crazy beats. your hand intertwined with your DSLR. the fingers of your other hand through my hair. it will be awkward. but we will linger in it. we will think of why we never dared do it before. we will ask questions. we will try to answer. we will fail to figure it out. instead, we will sing.

it will be at the back of a pick-up truck making its way through the highways of south america. it will be under a sky so full of stars we’re sure to include it in our next personal movie. we’ve known it for so long. seen it in our heads. wrote it on our notebooks. flashed in our minds in-between movie sequences, passages from books. we knew all along how it would play out but failed to just throw ourselves to chance.

the hot-air balloon will rise and leave ground soon. inside, a picnic basket of pastrami sandwiches, a bottle of scotch, a dish of foie gras, and a bag of nuts. it will be joined by our guitar, our camera, our music player, our kiss. once edited, the rest of them will see the scenes in time-lapse. in the meantime, we’ll wish for slow motion. in the meantime, the pick-up will make its way towards sunrise. we’ve known it all along. it will be you and me. it will be.