July 2011
There is too much of everything. I keep silent. I hold my breath. I curl up in a ball, I give up my boundaries, I retreat towards an imaginary center… I have my head shaved, my teeth pulled and my breasts cut off — everything that bothers my gaze or slows it down — the stomach, the ovaries, the conscious and cysted brain. When I have nothing more than a heartbeat to note, to perfection, I will...
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth...”
– Sigmund Freud (mirabile-visu, serialstranger)
“As soon as we start putting our thoughts into words and sentences everything...”
– Marcel Duchamp (aelxndr)
