Across the Looking Glass

This evening, I have taken in the full berth of my narcissistic personality.

Why do I feel such a strong need to love and be loved?

Why can’t I find my acts validated if I don’t come across, at one point, the glance of another being?

This is one of my themes in La Tombe; I’m trying to make Douce-Amère escape from this attitude. Glances and stares – re-writing of fantasies that come to overlap reality.

I shall manage to cross the looking-class.