Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.
To whom can I put this question (with any hopes of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought... ?
I have not a desire but a need for solitude.
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
I transform "Work" in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real "Work" - of writing.) for: the "Work" by which (it is said) we emerge from the great crises (love, grief) cannot be liquidated hastily: for me, it is only...
