Un vinyle collector sous le bras, en 3D style carte de voeux avec le morceau titre qui se lance quand on ouvre la pochette, je me suis dit en quittant l'AB qu'on n'avait jamais aussi bien chanté l'amour au XXIe siècle : "Mascara, blood, ash, and cum / On the Rorschach sheets where we make love" (I Love You, Honeybear). "You left a note in your perfect script / Stay as long as you want, and I haven't left your bed since" (Chateau Lobby #4 (in C for Two Virgins). "Oh, and love is just an institution based on human frailty / What's your paradise gotta do with Adam and Eve? / Maybe love is just an economy based on resource scarcity / What I fail to see is what that's gotta do with you and me" (Holy Shit).

C'est d'ailleurs assez ironique quand on pense au trou noir qu'est ma va vie amoureuse.

"Satirical new, free energy / Mobile lifestyle, loveless sex / Independence, happiness / Oh, and no one ever really knows you / And life is brief / So I've heard, but what's that gotta do / With this black hole in me?"