#internality

That the story of Narcissus has proposed itself as a focus of contemporary meditation owes something to its concerns and something to its nature: like much contemporary fiction, it is all psychology, no narrative. Impossible to film. As a static image, it encourages projections of the kind narrative limits or interrupts. As an image concerned with the self’s engagement with the self, it falls quite naturally in line with one of our century’s engrossing discoveries, psychoanalysis. Further, it adopts and extends Romanticism’s attentiveness to the soul, or the inward.

"Sylv is not a very well woman. Her eyelids are raw pink and on her worst days they're red and cracked. One of the regulars, Mrs. Entwhistle, told me that Sylv had lost the baby she was carrying on the night of the bomb. How do people pull themselves through things like that? I got to pieces just opening my credit card bills. But people do survive, all around us. The world runs on strangers coping."

"perform love", lol. it aint that deep fam

There is nothing deep down inside us except what we have put there ourselves.

I want to talk about something I am not sure I can talk about, I want to talk about the inside from the inside, I do not want to leave it / I am so happy in the silky damp dark of the labyrinth and there is no thread...