sasza

Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds

Between the idea and the reality
Between the motion and the act
Falls the shadow

All the suffering was pointless. He never received my message. He never ghosted me, never ignored me. I could have contacted him again, but chose unimaginable, long-lasting pain instead. It's so hard to accept such a profound mistake.

I've spent the last 18 months trying to accept the sudden disappearance of the Other. He suddenly reappeared today, when my faith was almost completely lost. I can't resist the desire to speak to him again, even if it takes away all the stability I'd been trying to achieve.

A gap will remain

Shaped from The Real, I can't believe in the real #lacan

Will emptiness kill the witch?

Time always wins

Good mourning

I never repaired inherited clocks and watches. They vanished and time simply stopped.

I've been repressing my human form gradually, death after death, to deal with the ghastly silence I was left with. Having been left in a room full of ghosts, I’ve become one myself.

She's gone for 27 years. I keep wearing her bathrobe.