It's cool, baby, and I'm not even there.

I have nothing to give you except for the way I see you. What could I be but other?
The mirror of other.
the magnetic edge of other, which they would call desire.
And cares not for your expectations
Or mine.
But for the incomprehensible.
If we get there, it could be paradise.
If we don't, it can't be helped.
The economy of desire is measurable but not immutable.