Jane Mills by Collective Unconscious, individual audio performance as part of The Alone Festival

The hand leapt at her like one of those creatures on AlienHer head hit the leather hard, wordscrushed. His twisted face didn’t curdle her stomach. He couldn’t betray her in this way any more, because she’d finally seen that love wasn’t like this.


…levels of serotonin in couples who are madly in love are comparable to people suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. So, also as long suspected, love is an obsession.