Carpe Diem!

Even more than mathematics, lust may the universal language. In its most elemental form, lust can be tantalizing, enthralling, contagious. But just as often it can be awkward, off-putting, messy- grotesque, even. There’s typically an edge of desperation to lust, which makes it terribly, (really, terribly) compelling. And it has tragicomic dimensions, too, which are easiest to discern in creatures (witness the family pet in heat, McDonalds customers wolfing down giant cheeseburgers, or crazed shoppers fighting over bargains), even as we recognize a bit of ourselves in the graceless spectacle.
Humans bring momentum, cunning and infinite variety to lust, stretching and distorting its contours. Lust begins in our imagination as a sexual thing – an oddly pleasurable form of temporary insanity, in ideal circumstances a madness indulged with a loved one- but for many of us, it can have everything or nothing to do with sex. Lust is, or becomes about power. About acquisition (of money or objects or people). Control. Wanting. Devouring. And the most interesting thing of all is what happens in the space between desperately wanting and finally having (or not having): the manner in which we succumb to our lust- and whether or not we allow self-gratification to be perverted into self-destruction.


-COLORS mag.