âAm I in love?âyes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesnât wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The loverâs fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.â
â Roland Barthes, A Loverâs Discourse: Fragments
















