… Sylvia Plath, Munich Mannequins.

To enter a new realm is to enter a new void, so faultless and so limitless. Today I am thinking about narratives and what exactly we/I mean about romanticized this romanticized that, is romanticization simply not just a coherent narrative, a dramatization of suffering until it is no longer truly suffering, until it is the ‘image’ of suffering. ‘Dramatization’?

I think to myself, what can I write in four days? What can I pour my heart into? What can I extend? What can I retract? What can I forget? What can I remember? What can I write here and lay grounds to? What can I get away with?

Money and prestige are for the faint of heart.

Do you know how much I wanted to share the news with you? In darkness I paced infinitely within four walls and raised my mind to the stars, and still, could not shake the simple desire to tell you, to exclaim joy with you.