There is a hygiene of love, don’t you agree? Just like I cannot go smearing my blood around, like they have invented endless products to make sure women don’t lose their dirty blood in public, I also cannot go around and just love where I see fit. The blood we see on the pavement could be anyone’s; it’s not immediately clear whether we are dealing with a person or an animal, and we don’t even know how it got there, whether there is a culprit or whether they turned against themselves because they just couldn’t handle it anymore.
