To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

In Baudrillard’s idiom, love is not idealized as mutual recognition but figured as a violent operation of possession and absorption. The imagery of isolation, erasure (“wipe out every trace”), and the removal of “shadow” suggests stripping the beloved of alterity—of what resists being known, owned, or made transparent. The cosmic metaphor (“dead star,” “black light”) evokes a gravitational pull that annihilates distance: intimacy becomes a kind of implosion where the other is drawn into one’s orbit and future, no longer free to remain elsewhere. The quote thus reads as a critique of love’s potentially totalizing impulse—how devotion can become control, and how the desire for fusion can carry a latent destructiveness.