To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love (the other), to know that writing compensates for nothing, sublimates nothing, that it is precisely there where you are not—this is the beginning of writing.

Roland Barthes, from A
Lover’s Discourse: Fragments
(Hill and Wang, 1978)

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