“The Repressed Signifies The Preserved: Hidden Away In The Organized Tensions Of The Unconscious, Wishes

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“I’ve lived on this earth as if out of place,”

— Maria Polydouri, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “A Cold Breath Froze,”

In the heart of silence, a wave of sound unfolds, a surge of memories, a storm of untold stories.

In this crescendo, a quiet resolve emerges, a bittersweet symphony, echoing in the soul.

“If man were to come to grips with his real nature, if he were to discover his real heritage, he would become so exalted, or else so frightened, that he would find it impossible to go to sleep again. To live would be a perpetual challenge to create. But the very thought of a possible, swift and endless metamorphosis terrifies him. He sleeps now, not comfortably to be sure, but certainly more and more obstinately, in the womb of a creation whose only need of verification is his own awakening.”

— Henry Miller, Sunday After the War

André Gide - It's a matter of courage

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper

I'm a little starstruck, there will be nothing but fear and darkness, AND ME. It's not your turn to be believed in.