We stole from the drugs that sent us to sleep,
We stole from the drink that made us sick,
We stole autumn leaves and summer showers,
We stole the burning sun in the open sky,
We stole the twinkling stars in the black night,
We stole everything that we could see
The Jam, Thick As Thieves"

The twentieth century and times before have left landmines of cultural debris and golden junk behind. Things move on, things get updated but newer does not always mean better. Pick up the pieces and reconnect the dots in a new fashion. It doesn’t have to be correct (because that is a matter of opinion anyway); besides, there are enough leftover pieces that you won’t tread on anyone else’s.

“And what do you do?”
“I steal kisses to place back on the lips of former lovers and future loves. Kisses aren’t given; they are taken.”

And a kiss is more than lips on lips—it’s a love, it’s a thing, it’s a happening. Virginia Woolf dancing to the Crystals, Flaubert’s portrait by Warhol, an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer as written by Thomas Hardy. Want something more specific? Show me yourself.

Connect the world back together and make it your own.