Are we able to remember the exact moment we realize we love a person?

We can reduce falling in love to a simple glance, an epidermal attraction destined to extinguish with the same initial strength and superficiality, the kinematic love at first sight.

Lacan argues that in the course of our life we ​​can meet millions of people, of these millions we can desire hundreds but of these hundreds, we love only one.

But is it really so?

If it is true that we can give something a name only when we are able to distinguish it, contextualize it and therefore recognize it, how is it possible to materialize something which by its nature is unique?

Entimema is an imaginary memoir, it recreates lived places and signs of a fragmented memory that find fertile ground in the universal concept of love for my questions on the incommunicability in human relationships.