„as if the heart were in pieces. as if love would glue the pieces together. so are the five stories about love. they don’t define it or point the finger at it.
sometimes it’s nowhere to be found, other days it’s right on your shoulder next to you. and very rarely you can find yourself right in the middle of it. love can occupy you if you are spacious enough, it is possible that you will no longer find room in yourself because of it. it is fat and firm. you can die of love. it is one of the most coveted deaths. Chekhov’s stories are not about happiness, nor do they propose that, they just lock us in the same room with the bravest people, who, having no more room for bones and flesh, let themselves be inhabited by love, through all the folds, in all the corners becoming love-people.
love people know how to be without any noise, without turning on any lights, walking on the tips of their toes.”
Andrei & Andreea Grosu