.though those things are all better when love is involved. Love
is cryptic and perverse, sneaky and strange. It happens when it
shouldn’t, and doesn’t happen when it should. It happens inside
heads where no one can see it, and it happens between the living
and dead, people and cats, people and food, people and
delusions, people and hope, people and themselves. And love is
not even love. It can be hate. Yin-yang, the notion of
everything carrying its opposite, is too often simplified as two
halves of a whole. But the Chinese symbol of yin-yang has some
yin in the yang, and some yang in the yin. Was the hatred
that drove humans to destroy Nazi Germany an act of love? Well.
All of which is to say that there are strange places in the
heart, maybe nothing but strange places.
Here are twenty five stories about them.