Status Updates From Divided Island

“Free souls try to exert control so as not to die of fright.”

“Your brain scans evaluate the attentional system, affective problems, impulses, persecutory delu-sions, and the perception of realities others cant conceive of.”

“Exercising doesn't mean moving your body to support healthy biological mechanisms. Not any-more. Exercising means not killing and not steal. ing.”

“You absorb. Feast on other people's words. You swell, bulge, and, in the end, you get sick.
You hang on to each look, each suspicion, the voices of virtually everyone who calls you by your name. You wrap yourself up in them, swallow them, devour them, hungry for death.
It takes nerve.”

“But all the same, there's a descent, a deepening immersion in the wells: identity is rebellious and will only extend its journey if some substance tries to appease it. It's a ploy.”

“The terror you feel in the face of violence is almost another person, another body beside you, it's your double.”

“She’s an island of flesh and bonethat will sink later on.”

“The lightning that discharged at the crown of your head is millenarian, ancestral, formless, forceful.
A light beyond words came to you.
Head shattered on the ground, brains split and phosphorescent, hand politely at the chest, hair scorched. Then look at all of it through a kaleidoscope. A riot of light. Who knows if you'll symbolize the lightning one day.”

“Everyone lies. No one tells the truth, she thought.
The suffering hasn't ended because there's a deep wound there now, in the place that's also the source of thoughts, angst, insatiable electricity.
Maybe the wound was there before she was born.”

“The physical pain, plan the sadness de has carried since she can remember, will amount to less than the pain of her soul, and with team, she will withstand death's deprivations.”

“Your mother's absence is more painful as time passes. You need her. Her death must be a lie. She gave the tableau to you for your birthday.”

“This woman, then, represents multitudes. Her Passing is not circumstantial, nor is it irrelevant: as she reaches her conclusion, so do uncountable eyes outside their orbits: unbearable, supremely intelligent gazes snuffed out when they failed to withstand terrestrial life.”