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 directly touch on to write my last post. It did not make my life better to work out the issues I raised with… 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 performer, decides to wear a revealing shirt to meet a reverend at the divinity school where she teaches, she tells her fiancé, “Martin,… Read more: When is telling the truth selfish?

I had bad dreams last night. Something had happened–a natural disaster perhaps. We were looking for a place to sleep. Imagine it: a city full of people suddenly homeless and wandering in herds like sheep, looking for an empty house still standing, a bed. The strange thing is that we found them. Someone was with… Read more: Dislocations

Life goes on. It’s easy and also difficult to live, because the change is complete, total. The feeling of mourning is heavy. Azar Nafisi said in her book Reading Lolita in Tehran: “You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place… like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll… Read more: Repatriation