I n s i d e r
The sea always comes back.
Is that why you love the
“We may sink and settle on the waves.”
Rhythmic pounding marked
passages of time. Whose
breath comes, goes
“Who am I? Am I all of them? Am I one and
distinct? I do not know.”
at the shore line before
“And the words that trail drearily without
human meaning; I will reduce you to order.”
Your outside was full of disorder,
confusion. What were the little things
“Beech trees, the river bank, where the
trees meet united like lovers in the water.”
Not a ruined or wasted thing. Meaning in
an ordinary Wednesday afternoon.
“All is shattered.”
D e a r V – II
You would have really enjoyed meeting Jacques Lacan. He doesn’t find confidence in the structure of “I.” The self? Well, he thought that we were all made up of “selves” and our identity never stops forming. We are tied to others, just the way that you made The Waves. Everybody is fragments, and “I” is actually “we.” Good call, V.
“In bringing into being the “I” who will play the protagonist in the subject’s life story, forming a link between the subject’s psyche and the world outside, the mirror stage lays the groundwork for the cultural formation of identity.”
The mirror stage brings memories of childhood. Your mother? Was she in the mirror?
“Please, Sigmund drives me to drink.”
“I never wanted my theories to be married to his. It is so unfortunate that we are in literary articles together.”
“I’m glad we had lunch, Jacques. Cheers!”