day58 - you know what day tomorrow is?
dear luci,
tonight i do not have much to say at all. i am tired, largely empty, drained of what little emotion I had left in me by an admittedly incredible film.
i have been the gestalt of Director and Subject. of Lover and Disaster. I have solemnly pondered the psychoanalytics of the image and agonised over the rubble of my life.
I lack the agency to present my own story in any way that matters. I lack the ability to pull myself together long enough to make something of the beautiful fragments of stained glass soul.
ritual, in case it wasn't obvious.
no real way to end it. just to check if it's okay to keep living.
sweet dreams luci<3