Amorrr

A violent cut runs through the wall, as if a chainsaw blade had torn the surface open from the inside out. The gesture exposes an idea of love that the word alone tries to hide: not the sweetness it promises, but a blind force that imposes itself on the individual, indifferent to their will — ready to come undone the instant after it forms. "Amorrr" sounds like a growl, a way of naming an affection that still has no name.