“A fluid and undefined existence that tears in all directions, a total chaos swirling like a storm that diminishes the recognisable, creating confusion and disorientation. The question is whether to shape something in the outer, or whether something in the outer should be allowed to shape the inner: to let oneself be shaped by what is external, or to let what is external shape the internal. The two spaces are in constant dialogue. What does it mean to be pulled between something inside and something outside of yourself? Isn’t it a necessary part of ourselves to be torn between different energies?
What if a daydream is reality, and what if we just stay in that daydream, living in an ambience? A zone where time stops. Where does time go? What actually happens in a daydream? Isn’t it a bit like you’re not thinking about anything at all? It’s just an empty space, one where you disappear. I ask myself if you can choose what a daydream should be and if you can choose to disappear in it, or does it only come unconsciously.
The distinction between what has actually happened and what is a true dream merges.”
– From the essay “Points in Contrasts” (2025)
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“I don’t want to race against myself. A fact. What becomes a fact? Should I be interested in the event itself? Have I been reduced to filling these pages with information about ‘facts’? Should I make up a story or do I allow my chaotic inspiration free rein? There’s so much false inspiration. And when the real inspiration arrives and I don’t realize it? Would it be too horrible to want tomove closer to the lucid self within?”
– Clarice Lispector. A Breath of Life
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