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My eyes are shut. I am pure unconsciousness. They already cut the umbilical cord: I am unattached in the universe. I don’t think but feel the it. With my eyes I blindly seek the breast: I want milk. No one taught me to want. But I already want. I’m lying with my eyes open looking at the ceiling. Inside is the darkness. An I that pulses already forms. There are sunflowers. There is tall wheat. I is.
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Katia N
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I am haunted by my ghosts, by all that is mythic, fantastic and gigantic: life is supernatural. I walk holding an open umbrella upon a tightrope. I walk to the limit of my great dream. I see the fury of visceral impulses: tortured viscera guide me. I don’t like what I just wrote-but I’m duty-bound to accept the whole because it happened to me. My essence is unconscious of itself that’s why I obey self blindly.
— May 27, 2026 06:45AM
Katia N
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So writing is the method of using the word as bait: the word fishing for whatever is not word. When this non-word-between the lines is caught, the word can be tossed away in relief. But that’s where the analogy ends: the non-word, taking the bait, incorporates it. So what saves you is writing absentmindedly.
— May 26, 2026 05:49AM
Katia N
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To remake myself..I return to my state of garden and shadow cool reality, I barely exist & if I exist it's with delicate caution. Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? without borders, the adventure of dangerous freedom. But I take risks, I live taking risks. I'm full of acacias swaying yellow,..I am before, I am almost, I am never.
— May 25, 2026 04:04AM
