كيف لي أن أقارنكِ، يا عزيزتي، بأي أحد؟
ينبغي أن أقارنكِ بأجمل النساء

تِلك التي بنظرتها المبهجة تلامس القلب
وتلك التي بخطواتها الناعمة جاءت دون سابق انذار

الأكثر بُعدًا، والأشد رغبة وشوقًا

Dear father, a professional when it comes to ruining my mood

I said good morning and made him coffee what else is there to do

Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious as it is in dreams that the ego's defenses are lowered so that some of the repressed material comes through to awareness, albeit in distorted form
—Sigmund Freud

Can't help but wonder if he was there all along, standing by my crib, watching me as I grew and as I eventually left the house behind

I know I felt horrible the night before departure

It's again that odd feeling that I can't tell whether I'm asleep or awake

Those who humiliate themselves may live richly for a while but at what cost?

“According to Lacan, individuals spend their entire lives, beginning thusly, chasing in vain after an unattainable state of harmony and mastery first falsely promised by the mirror”