Showing posts with label unconscious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unconscious. Show all posts
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It's so strange this country. Hot, I think I'm starting to understand Meursault in a way. Somehow, I always understood him and in the same time I felt so far from him. This stupid MPD sometimes gets me.
Sometimes I stare in dark places and imagine strange worlds in which abnormal things happen, without feeling my gaze.
It's so hot... at least the sea is here. I wonder how would Lynch see the world in this heat. Probably he would picture some strange red corner where deep and ancestral unconscious phobias and desires flow. Or he would throw Lacan's mirror and a million people would become aware of their childhood rupture.
I wonder, is anyone staring at us ?
From the "an awkward world" project
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