I wondered today whether I, living in a long distance relationship with my partner (¿ligados al infinito?), who lives across the ocean, en el ultramar, was living naively. Do I really know whom I’m in a relationship with? It is not the first time I have wondered this, even in close-distance relationships. But the ultramar highlighted the profile of this conundrum. Really, the conundrum arose after climaxing. I had been imagining her (she has given me permission to do so at my leisure). Whom was I just imagining? This was especially prudent to wonder because my fantasy had been a few years in the future, the sacred moment when we…