Jan 28th, 19:20pm
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"I am waiting for an arrival, a return, a promised sign. This can be futile, or immensely pathetic: in waiting, a woman waits for her lover, at night, in the forest; I am waiting for no more than a telephone call, but the anxiety is the same. Everything is solemn: I have no sense of proportions…..
“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."
Roland Barthe - A Lovers Discourse, Fragments. (via bikinikillerrr
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