There is something fascinating here about obsession and imagination feeding each other until reality almost dissolves.
As a French man reading this, I also smiled at how France quietly becomes part of the psychology of the piece — the boulangerie, Monoprix, the courtyard. In France those places often witness small private dramas of desire that nobody talks about.
You captured that strange mix of absurdity, devotion, and humiliation very vividly. Beautifully written. Merci!
There is something fascinating here about obsession and imagination feeding each other until reality almost dissolves.
As a French man reading this, I also smiled at how France quietly becomes part of the psychology of the piece — the boulangerie, Monoprix, the courtyard. In France those places often witness small private dramas of desire that nobody talks about.
You captured that strange mix of absurdity, devotion, and humiliation very vividly. Beautifully written. Merci!
Harriet have you ever read Qiu Miaojin? I think you would love the way she depicts the violence and mundanity of desire ✨🩸🥜
You’ve went absolutely berserk with this one, soooooo good
This is so good. Thanks for writing it and sharing!
My God, can you paint a picture and immerse a reader in a place and time...
WOW!
I'd lay money on fellow shoppers overtaking the "Hey Stepbro" fad by the end of the year.
Nettoyage dans l'allee quatre.
Love love love!!!
Desire is gross and embarrassing and you've painted the scene perfectly *intended as a compliment. So much of life is gross and embarrassing