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March 7, 2025

When it happens you don’t expect it. You don’t expect anything anymore. You lose your head for just a second and someone walks into your life, turns it upside down, tenderly, brutally, making a place for himself. Even before anything has happened it’s already too late. You can’t tell who is choosing whom, when, how, why. You only know these things later when everything is over and each person holds the other accountable for what has gone on.

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One must keep open the wound where he or she who enters into the analytic adventure is located — a wound that the professional establishment, along with the cynicism of the times and of institutions, will soon manage to close up.

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Julia Kristeva | Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection

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