3004_Diary_telling yourself your own story

The history, that I have to tell myself is like this, that I can't invite anyone to it, to listen to me. I wrote down this story, because I had no option, to escape her through another. One should be free about it ...

Lacan's term: The Real

Lacan's Reale. This terrible real thing, that can catch up with you, when an excessive moment dissolves reality like the objects and colors in a painting. This painting, that I'm looking at, Year after year, this reality, seen ...

3004_Diary_September

I also say from nature: she is that, what I need. This ridiculous little one, pruned green survivals between our concrete towers- Betonstrassen- Mass keeping blocks and wire beads. But why do we say, we love nature, we ...