27.10.2025
S: All that this world does is to cancel love. We are not allowed to love.
A: Anyone? Everyone?
S: Us.
A: I knew you would say that.
S: Why not tell the truth? If we dare to love someone, everyone stands in the way of it. The family. This society. The one that you love themselves. Years even of a lover’s endeavour for a refusal…
A: Forget love. It is a snare. You have done well to escape it. The tragedies of your love only appear to be pitiful.
S: The real snare is loneliness.
A: This love that you wish to end your loneliness, do you really think it will do so? Enjoy freedom.
S: The solitary freedom of a Crusoe. Without a Friday or love in his life.
A: Why has your love been cancelled?
S: Because of my freedom. My heart is too free for this world. The lover’s love is the love of the Revolution.
A: You have said this before. What do you mean by it?
S: The lover does not look at status. The lover does not look at race. The lover does not see another culture and despair. The lover does not follow convention or care about what anyone else thinks about it. He looks into the eyes of the loved one to find unity and connection across status, race and culture. The lover has humanity. The lover has the prize of love. And in this world of hate, separation, the oppression of unjust power and differences, in this world of inhumanity, the lover is the Revolution. Because the lover only loves. That is why his love is the Revolution.
A: You are not the lover. Your loves were all unfulfilled.
S: They could not stomach it. But you know, I am named after the god of love. He that came to all the women at once. The power of love itself.
A: A name is not an identity.
S: I disagree. I am love. The love that goes against the sword.
A: Love itself is a venomous blade.
S: I tell you I drink the poison. And I smack my lips at it.
diary of a lone man 