A creature of moments

I don't want to ply you with details of how my work day went. Work is a thing I do in the middle of the day, to allow me to live my life. I'd rather talk to you about the feel of salmon as it coats the inside of your mouth. Rich, slippery, a lingering taste that coats the mouth like oil. I'd rather talk about things that feel good, that are good. Living in a sensual world is largely mental, if you can believe that. You have to think about the things that you feel, you have to recognize that you are feeling them. We're innudaded by sensations all day, and most of our time is spent tuning them out. Sitting in traffic or on the T. Harsh car horns and the taste of exhaust. A sandwich wolfed down in the middle of the day.

Some films are an intensely sensual experience. You only experience them by sight and sound, but a really good one will have you smelling warm sheets, tasting someone's skin, or feeling that "sandpaper" feeling. Better Than Sex is one of those films. Yes, I finally watched it. I have to wonder now why I put it off so for so long. It's a snapshot of a couple who hook up for casual sex, and which grows out of control into something neither one of them really want to accept. It's a little bit sappy, a lot bit sexy, and has flourishes of real life that left me shaking my head. Yeah, buddy. I know Exactly What You Mean.

The sensual world is all around you. If you look with the right kind of eyes.