From the start of our cross-country, slow-burn, letter-filled romance, my now wife-to-be and I began naming our future family rules. The above poem by W. S. Merwin led us here:
The last moments of a thing are how we remember the whole. How we feel, at the final curtain, will stay with us more than the rest.
So what if there was always time for one more?
One more tender little encore? One more of the thing that is a singular and delicious pleasure?
I’ve been rereading Pleasure Activism, and it’s had me returning to the question of how we might design for more pleasure in our experiences.
More doesn’t have to mean gluttony and excess and capitalist hedonism.
More can be abundance and lingering. The sweetness of something that flies in the face of the scarcity and urgency we are told is everything and right now. Just a little longer, here. Please?
The encore is a way for us to stretch time. Maybe we could stay here, together, for just a few more minutes before we wander our separate ways and fade into the night.
So you: as you make things and gather humans and invite us in… can you give us just one more? One more little pleasure before we go to remember it by?
Yours, Olivia
This is the magic of savoring ☺️ more is always available to us
Beautiful <3