SUPER-EGO:
“Let’s wade through the crowd of people who love us because they want to fuck us to find an intimacy that’s far less ephemeral. The last thing our heart wants is a short-lived love affair.”
ID:
“Hey, at least our heart’s getting something then. All we have and all we’ve ever known are momentary flames. The world’s not as warm as any of us want it to be, there aren’t enough lovers in it to even make a crowd for us to wade through. See, love comes from kindness and kindness requires attention, and that’s the rarest commodity. From us. From anyone.
Wading through a crowd of lovers in search of our true love is beautiful but it’s just not realistic. We ourselves aren’t paying enough attention to be real lovers and we don’t expect others to be either. Honestly, fuck true love and true lovers, we’ve given up on all that and we know it. What we’re really searching for is how to quiet the rumblings of our love-starved heart so we can get on with our day without breaking down.”
EGO:
“By grabbing on tightly to who we can when we can, I guess. By burning our morals and pride a little to have a couple warm, bright, and sultry hot moments with our latest lover while the fire in their eyes is still strong. By doing what we must while we still have them and their attention, and they still have us and ours.
Our heart will understand and forgive us for burning idealistic self-respect to ash in our need for temporary heat, even on the days our memories won’t. I mean, we have to light something on fire to keep our heart warm and full, we’re human, we weren’t built for cold and hunger.
If longlasting love and the search for it is beautiful and warm and just right but wildly unrealistic then let us survive the cold by frequently burning ourselves on the high temperatures of the realism of our many temporary flames. At least that’s something.
Besides, there are love-starved hunger-rumblings in everyone’s heart, who’s honestly going to judge us on how we burn our ideals of love to feed ourselves in the moment in a world where we all understand why someone would dig through the trash to feed themselves? Hunger’s real, true love’s less so.”
// Excerpt from “Your Golden Locked Heart and the Three Bares: How to Quiet the Rumblings of Your Love-Starved Heart so You Can Get on with Your Day Without Breaking Down,” a nonexistent book made-up by Arsène Hodali.