July 6, 2017 21:00
When I imagine Madame Bovary I see a woman who is hungry, I see a woman overcome by desire.
Her drugs are not objects, her drug is the image, the vision, the dream of what she does not possess.
She sees something she does not have, wants it and runs. If she can afford to buy it, she buys it. If she can not buy it, even making debts, she becomes ill of desire and envy.
Desire poisons her, but at the same time makes her alive. She wants the impossible and this makes her alive because desires fulfilled are dead desires. Because only the impossible is worthy of being desired.