On some days, I was certain that he hadn’t loved me enough; on others, I was sure that he’d loved me too much, that to stay would have meant being mummified in the marsh of his constant, wonderful, suffocating love.

In Susan Sontag’s seminal essay “Against Interpretation,” she argues for prioritizing the sensuous experience of art over the attempt to determine what it represents. Rather than trying to plumb it for a message or a meaning, Sontag wants us to try and reckon with art’s ability to evoke overwhelming, frightening, unintelligible feeling — to develop... See more

A relationship, notably, is not an algorithm. It is a gestalt. Far be it from me to say that I’ve figured out what relationships really are or really mean, but I know there is an intangible force formed between the centres of people that sits beyond the limits of interpretation, that is larger than itself and both of you, that cannot be explained... See more