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When I finally woke up, she wasn’t there. She was in the pool, submerged: she could not swim.

I feel better and also worse after my last post. I don’t know what to make of the issues I was pondering, including issues of place and belonging, that I did not… Read more: Projective identification and mentalisation

When Night is Falling (1995) was not a particularly great film, but I often return to some of its ideas. When Camille, who has mistakenly taken the laundry of a (female) circus… Read more: When is telling the truth selfish?