Infinitelust 2021 - Regret Island

For those who said "I do" when they should have said "I can't." For those who signed the contract, took the job, moved to the city, stayed in the town. Their regret is not the wrong choice. It is the correctness of the wrong choice —the way the wrong life still contains beauty, children, sunsets, laughter. They cannot hate it. They cannot leave it. Infinitelust here is the torture of a happiness that is 70% real, because the remaining 30% is the ghost of the other life.

But here is the trap of infinitelust: if you burn one regret, you lose access to all the alternative selves that regret made possible. The man who almost confessed would have to accept that the confession, even if made, would likely have ended in rejection or boredom. The musician would have to admit that the unwritten song might have been mediocre. The woman at the mirror would have to watch her better self dissolve. regret island infinitelust

The water does not move. But neither, anymore, do you. For those who said "I do" when they

The difference is that now they know: Regret Island is not a place you leave forever. It is a place you learn to visit without moving in. You asked for "Regret Island Infinitelust" as a single, breathless phrase. And that is precisely what it is: a breath held too long. A word that should have ended but kept going. Regret is the past. Island is the isolation. Infinitelust is the engine. They cannot hate it

The scholars of this place—and there are scholars, lost souls who have been here so long they have built a library of palm leaves and tears—define Infinitelust as the hunger that feeds on its own fulfillment. It is not desire for a person, a place, or a thing. It is desire for desire itself , stretched across an infinite loop.

On Regret Island, that corridor becomes geography. The island is divided into five settlements, each representing a flavor of infinitelust.

They stand at the center of the island, in the beam of the lighthouse, and they speak aloud: