Every once in a while, I come across a text that shakes me to my core. I spend days thinking about it during every idle second. Every experience seems irreversibly coloured by it, every sight, every smell, every sound.

Amor by Clarice Lispector was one such text.

It was a reading for my Global Narratives course, and by some blessed coincidence, I happened to choose it for my Class Facilitation assignment—only because my Prof mentioned that it was written in a Stream-of-Consciousness style and I wanted to do something more experimental.

I think I am quite proud of my presentation below, which pretty much ended up being a very scripted informal essay of sorts.

I am very much looking forward to reading other works by Clarice Lispector over this summer.