he knew the rain would not last forever. So, he started to get dressed while trying to overcome his feelings and that sort of inertia he was experiencing as he was approaching the day. He decided to put on some music, just to have some company, at least. Then, he made himself breakfast, his favourite one: toasted bread, salt butter and marmalade. A thought made him smile. As he was eating, he started to think at his mother, who really loved salt butter; “maybe that’s where it comes from”, he thought. Then, he had the image of his father eating toasted bread, just as he was doing right now, at breakfast. And just like that, he felt ready to leave the house, with a smile.
Inbar Palmor, PCC- Psychoanalytic Center of California
On April 1, a small elderly woman moved in next door- Her frail image resembled a shadow in the hallway, darkened by lack of natural light or any light of all for that matter, I caught a glimpse of her back as she stepped into the apartment immediately disappearing as if swallowed into the abyss. I felt a deep intense pain inside me, I could not move, I felt as if I had seen myself many years to come, or perhaps it was not me but her. She passed away so long ago, but although she had been so young, her rapid deterioration had aged her so violently that she had become a ghostly image of herself. So many decades have passed. The intense dreams, images and sensations passing with them. Now, this image brought back all that had been pushed away with all its immense force. The pain paralyzing me, loss of breath, I am drawn to immerse. As he was about to address the assembled guests he couldn’t find his voice anymore. I looked out into the vast Savannah spread before me , I was blinded by the heavy burdening of the lights, The crowd had transformed, it did not resemble anything vaguely familiar, All was blurred, no clear lines colors or images. It was endless, threatening to swallow me and take me under. Everything that I had prepared for, years and years of…All lost meaning. As if in one moment, I had reached a tipping point where all was futile. Blinded by the lights, there came a moment of clarity, I lost my voice, realizing I had not been alive.
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