Infatuation Tracking

A couple weeks ago I started re-reading one of the chapters from Proust’s Swann’s Way called “Swann in Love.” I read Swann’s Way when I was 16 or so and I remember it being a real trial. It was verbose and intimidating, the narrator’s memories poured out and stretched into these incredible gargantuan masses like sticky gelatin. For the first several hundred pages it felt like I … Continue reading Infatuation Tracking