“To love a man is not only to let myself be disturbed by some of the details which I call nocturnal because they create within me a darkness wherein I tremble … but also to make these details render as shadow everything possible, to develop the shadow of the shadow, hence to thicken it, to multiply its realm and throng it with darkness.” — 

Jean Genet, The Thief’s Journal, trans. Bernard Frechtman

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