Limerence is the last unpackaged mystical resource. People spend whole lives searching for it, and live whole lives without feeling it. It is involuntary, irrational, overwhelming. It cannot be manufactured through effort or intention. It arrives, or it does not.

The pharmaceutical pill removes labor. You do not take an antidepressant by doing the emotional work that would generate serotonin. You swallow the shortcut. We accept this as culturally necessary, even compassionate. The brain does not fit the system. So we medicate it into function. While Supplies Last: LOVE PILLS™, holds the same proposition for attachment. A dose of that feeling. Processed and concentrated. Without the relationship. Without the labor, the arguments, the compromise, the repair.

The work does not vilify this. It holds the question. We have already built the infrastructure. We have already normalized the medicated path to functioning. The question is not whether this will happen to love. It is what it will mean when it does.

If limerence can be harvested, extracted from real relationships, processed, bottled. Then it becomes a crop. A vintage. And a commodity with scarcity and provenance. ‘Have you tried John and Stacy, 2010–2015? That batch really got people feeling something.’ What if limerence is something you can grow in your own home and sell on street corners and black markets? What if your love is someone else's supply chain?

And underneath all of it, the question that destabilizes everything: if your partner wants to bottle your love and sell it, was it ever yours? Was it ever love?

LOVE PILLS™ begins with a pink teddy bear. A love object. Gifted at the beginning of an eight-year relationship, kissed nightly and carried between continents. A harbinger of a relationship’s tinder connection. Through a process developed in consultation with a scientist, the love object was transformed into pharmaceuticals. The resulting pills are stored in a hand made glass bottle. A reliquary. A consumable artifact of memory, tenderness, and technological prophecy. But only, while supplies last.