of all the ways I’ve understood — and, more recently, misunderstood — the nuances of love, there has always been one voice that I hear as a guide. It’s from the end of “Self Portrait in December”:
“I said I love. That is the promise. Now, I have to sacrifice myself so that through me the word ‘love’ means something. As a reward, at the end of of this long undertaking, I will end up being he who loves. That is, I will merit the name I gave myself. A man, nothing but a man, no better than any other, but no other better than he.”
- Jean-Luc Godard, JLG/JLG: Autoportrait de décembre
I have kept this close to me over the past two and a half years. It seems so much brighter, so much more relevant this Autumn.
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