a collection of words, snippets, and quotes that sunk their teeth into me, for safekeeping.

a lover's discourse — roland barthes

• someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. but how can you evaluate viability? why is the viable a good thing? why is it better to last than to burn?
• "joy has no need of heirs or of children—joy wants itself, wants eternity, the repetition of the same things, wants everything to remain eternally the same." the fulfilled lover has no need to write, to transmit, to reproduce.
• ("my soul is not only filled, but runs over.") i fulfill (i am fulfilled), i accumulate, but i do not abide by the level of lack; i produce an excess, and it is in this excess that the fulfillment occurs (the excessive is the realm, the system of the image-repertoire: once i am no longer within the excessive, i feel frustrated; for me, enough means not enough.)
• nothing in the image can be forgotten; an exhausting memory forbids voluntarily escaping love; in sort, forbids inhabiting it discreetly, reasonably.
• i can do everything with my language, but not with my body. what i hide by my language, my body utters.
• "am i in love? — yes, since i'm waiting." the other never waits. sometimes i want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; i try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but i always lose at this game: whatever i do, i find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. the lover's fatal identity is precisely: i am the one who waits.