Tag: existentialism, love, philosophy, we-all-looked-up

Anita felt like she finally understood why love was symbolized by the grotesque pumping organ, always threatening to clog, or break, or attack. Because the heart was the body’s engine, and love was an act of the body. Your mind could tell you who to hate or respect or envy, but only your body–your nostrils and your mouth and the wide, blank canvas of your skin–could tell you who to love.