Love is such a mutant animal, with so many possible divisions. Remember those thermometers we used to use in our mouths when we were little? Remember their fall to the ground? So, I think that love when it appears is similar to the physical form of mercury in the world. When the glass of the thermometer breaks, the chemical element spreads and then spreads throughout the halls of all parties. Mercury multiplying. I think this must be one of the five thousand possible explanations for love. I can even hear my grandmother saying how dangerous he was, and I risk remembering her saying how treacherous he could be, it's just a matter of time or I'm just saying... Fall