Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
“With my little band, I did everything they did with a big band. I made the blues jump.”
“There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart.”