a friend sent this to me years ago as an aid to cure me of one of the dumbest heartaches that ever was. a thorough dissection of love, desire and the curse of crushes, with philosophical & literary analysis. is it theory, is it poetry, is it self-indulgent anxiously-attached big brain shit for romantic nerds who label their insomnia with the names of babes ..? all the above maybe but it's soothing to read something so elaborate

(though french is my mother tongue, I found this translation much easier to digest - is this something about my father tongue, something about France, something about me? )