Let's change the subject.
Most of you must have more, many, many more questions about the past couple of weeks, than I could possibly (care to) answer. The lads from Green Day, of course, would tell you: "It's not a question/but a lesson learnt in time". So, let's just leave it at that, for now.
Sorry. You lot don't deserve such an address. Each and everyone of you have showed their support. And I appreciate that.
Truth be told, I'm just a bit weary. And spending time in the flat, isn't as much fun as it used to be.
Still... making a conscious effort to eat enough, having fun as soon as I manage to get to Gent, (that is, away from the gloom that has become this apartment), and, fortunately, reading. Reading Freud, and Jung, possibly soon some Lacan, re-reading bits of TWH, papers informed by trauma theory.
Funny, as soon as I mention the dissertation-related stuff, I'm all smiles again (even though the subject matter is not known to raise many laughs).
You know what? I'd promised Liesbeth this weekend, to take up running again (it's good for my mental health, and my appetite). Obviously, waking up to the emptiness and gloom I've created, I didn't feel like doing anything of the sort. Fortunately, there are fabulous Queen-songs to be heard, and from the window, I can see sunrays kissing the remaining tree-leaves. So I'll listen to the former as I get myself ready to go, and I'll join the latter, pursuing the attention of that rare autumn sun that appears to be with us, today.
The sun, the leaves, and me.
Maybe, just maybe,
a couple of thoughts on DMT.
And somewhere, a suppressed prayer that flights from S-A reach us, safely.
Anna
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