What pornography is really about, ultimately, isn't sex but death.
Love dies because its birth was an error.
But when we are nostalgic, we take pictures
War tears, rends. War rips open, eviscerates. War scorches. War dismembers. War ruins.
Everything has changed and nothing is changed.
Any disease that is treated as a mystery and acutely enough feared will be felt to be morally, if not literally, contagious.