memorandum

Love, as the human brain and body experience it, is nothing more than an (arbitrary?) electric and chemical response to particular sets of stimuli.

It is only intangible insofar as science has not yet been able to measure, record, and analyze these responses.

It is only magical insofar as he or she who experiences it is susceptible to myth, superstition, and naive assumptions of causality.

Love is not a mystery; it is a natural narcotic.

Love transcends nothing. It is one of many base animal instincts. Fear. Hunger. The need to reproduce.

A rational being will know this, and subvert the byproducts of more mystical superstitions about love: heartbreak, jealousy, disappointment.

A hysterical being will renounce these facts, refute them vehemently, cling childlike to the layperson’s nebulous concept of a very concrete, scientific thing.

Love, like tears, is a mundane human occurrence,
like sneeze to the presence of dust,
like spit to the presence of food,
like blood to the puncture of flesh.

Kristiana Colón