theories about love
dialectical lovelessness
love is
love is self-diagnosis.
love stems from a curiosity about another.
love is a kindness, empathic in nature. it shows you care.
love is a nectar, of which its overconsumption may dehydrate you.
love is intrusive, an expansion of mass with a single source and in limited space.
love is a form of moral judgment.
love is a fingerprint—no two loves are alike (but statistically some are bound to be exactly alike and it will make the news one day).
love is lacking in light, and thus in color, shadows, reflection. love does have form, moving our minds to respond to its touch and fill in the blanks.
love has a weight. the 21 grams experiment theorized the existence of the soul, pointing to the loss of a little over 21 grams of body weight post-death. this is nothing like that.
love is the intersection of desires and expectations; of the inherent and learned. this is much like the intersection of art and technology.
love is a SaaS (software as a service) with a subscription-based model. you may cancel or restart your subscription at any time. the retention stats are abysmal.
love is placed algorithmically across cities based on satellite map data and found via your phone’s AR-capable camera. towns, i hear, are a different story.
love is emphatically unscientific. atoms are uninvolved.
love is like a zine. some people fiddle around with it for long periods, making different ones, selling, trading, showcasing, putting it on sale for 30% off on their Big Cartel store (Shopify’s subscription price recently went up to $40/month and that’s much too high for an independent publisher). then they forget about them, others forget about them, some sit in a shelf or a box with a couple of pages scrunched up because they were stored improperly; some are referenced frequently by graphic designers and/or former Tumblr textposters, some feature sexual content and are thus revisited more often, some are steadily sold every year at a new booth at the same book fair—and life moves on unceremoniously.
love can be found on eBay, but is better found in mom-and-pop stores in the forest or desert towns of America for a steal. they don’t know too much about the internet and think these old things must be outdated, unwanted.
love is unnecessary. but we should do it anyway.
love is fickle, Travis Bickle.
there are no words in the English language that rhyme with “love.”
love was removed as a required subject in American high school curricula as part of an amended rider in the No Child Left Behind Act of 2001.
love languages were a pseudoscience invented by the CIA and spread across coastal cities as a psychological operation.
love is not political, nor revolutionary. in fact, it is the single greatest disruptor of revolutionary movements in the United States and is often a weapon of the state.
love is desire but desire is not love. desire is something to be explored in another newsletter.
love is a religion for the deeply confused.
love is something i’m unsure of.
love is the stuff of dreams (derogatory).
love is the source of ghost stories: specters of unfinished business that linger until another comes along to help.
God made love in the same way He made Hell.
Barthes wrote in A Lover’s Discourse: “Some lovers do not commit suicide: it is possible for me to emerge from that ‘tunnel’ which follows the amorous encounter. I see daylight again, either because I manage to grant unhappy love a dialectical outcome (retaining the love but getting rid of the hypnosis) or because I abandon that love altogether and set out again, trying to reiterate, with others, the encounter whose dazzlement remains with me…” he was wrong, actually. it’ll never happen again and you should kill yourself.
love forms as memory meets the present. love is yearning for a certain future.
love is a chronology of your context.
love is a bridge from the self to the other.
love is unforgettable. maybe that’s for a reason.
love is a grand gesture, split between days, months, years, and every ensuing moment in time, despite a love’s dissipation or your departure from this earth; your love was given to and for another life, and your willingness to give and for another to receive is an exchange inscribed in eternity, of which is humanity. one grand gesture.
love is necessary.
love is