Monday, October 16, 2017
from A Lover's Discourse by Roland Barthes
Like desire, the love letter waits for an answer; it implicitly enjoins the other to reply, for without a reply the other’s image changes, becomes other. Perpetual monologues apropos of a loved being, which are neither corrected nor nourished by that being, lead to erroneous notions concerning mutual relations, and make us strangers to each other when we meet again, so that we find things different from what, without realizing it, we imagined.
These words are not meant to be read in their entirety. Skim them the way this plane skims the cloud layer, jostling sometim...