“If only you could taste your nothingness, if you could find repose in your nothingness, and if this nothingness would not be a kind of being and not really death either. It’s so hard not to exist any more, not to be something any more. Real suffering is to feel the movement of thought within oneself. But when thought is a fixed point, it is certainly not a suffering. I am at the point where I no longer touch life, but with all the appetites still within me, and the insistent titillation of being. I have nothing to do now but make myself over.”

The little girl in Dark Spring ends up dissociated from her own physical self. Imagining herself at the cemetery, with people admiring the beauty of her appearance, "she" fantasizes her own survival as if she were a spirit, unfazed by the reality of matter. At the same time, paradoxically, "she" seeks to affirm the materiality of her body by confronting its resistance at its most extreme, that is, through self-destruction.