A few days ago I was reading about Jung and his relationship with the collective unconscious, and it sparked a doubt—or rather, a reflection. Lately my mind has been in an introspective mode: I’m no longer trying to understand everything, but it feels good to slowly get to know myself. That’s how this reading about love was born—about how our mind processes it and all the things that made me want to write. To begin this Saturday.Even if we don’t notice it, we represent it with shapes: hearts,...