In a significant sense, I died on the night of November 19th, 2017.
You want what is not yours : jealousy /
You want what you cannot have : jealousy
When you have a hysteric personality (disorder), like I do, all the world is a stage.
Because it’s Södergran time again.
A requiem for a man that’s not in my life anymore.
The circle of manhood is at the center of the circle of life, which is bound by death.
Like my own Shahrazad, I’ve told myself 1,001 stories to keep myself distracted from (doing) bad things.
For as long as I can remember I have been having a vision. Not always, not every night, but recurring throughout my life. The vision always appears at the crepuscular boundary between waking and sleep, when I settle down in my bed and prepare to leave the day behind.
On mental health, the discovery of being trans, and reclaiming my writerly self.
In which I ramble a tiny bit about Quake’s symbolic world and its mommy issues, along with a tenuous comparison to Dark Souls.