Ioanna

“Ω ναι, ξέρω καλά πως δεν χρειάζεται καράβι για να ναυαγήσεις, πως δεν χρειάζεται ωκεανός για να πνιγείς.
Υπάρχουνε πολλοί που ναυαγήσαν μέσα στο κοστούμι τους, μες στη βαθιά τους πολυθρόνα, πολλοί που για πάντα τους σκέπασε το πουπουλένιο πάπλωμά τους.
Πλήθος αμέτρητο πνίγηκαν μέσα στη σούπα τους, σ’ ένα κουπάκι του καφέ, σ’ ένα κουτάλι του γλυκού... Ας είναι γλυκός ο ύπνος τους εκεί βαθιά πού κοιμούνται, ας είναι γλυκός κι ανόνειρος.
Κι ας είναι ελαφρύ τό νοικοκυριό πού τούς σκεπάζει”
― Αργύρης Χιόνης

“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”
― David Foster Wallace

“Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!”
― Samuel Beckett