Mad people belong with other mad people
Drunk together in the evening breeze
Skin pressed against skin, savoring a kiss on the verge of suffocation
I should kiss your eyes
Then grab your hair
Bite through your veins
And let our blood mingle
You’ll say,
“I love you.”
[When mad people fall in love, they kiss while pulling each other’s hair and bite through each other’s veins to live as one.]
The day they broke up, Zuo Tangxi threw up on her ex-boyfriend. She’s a psychologist, but she can’t cure her own neurosis.
On the first day Xiang Chu returns to the country, a woman at a bar publicly sweeps him off his feet. He’s an architect, but has little interest in building a life for himself.
Two mad people, abandoned by the world, meet.
Their desire for each other’s bodies draws them together, and they find a home in each other’s shattered souls.
They destroy things together, yet save each other; they tear at each other, yet hold one another tight.
When everyone says, “Mad people belong in an asylum,” Xiang Chu grips her waist and whispers in her ear:
“Mad people belong with other mad people. We were made for each other.”
