She did not move. And about her the entire house, the street, seemed to encourage her, seemed to consider this motionlessness natural.
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She did not move. And about her the entire house, the street, seemed to encourage her, seemed to consider this motionlessness natural.
“I don’t feel like I belong, and that’s without real pain, without pride. Pride happens. No, I’m just disconnected, from practically everything. I have a few anchors, and sometimes I let them go or they let me go, and I drift. That’s most of the time. Sometimes I hang on for a few days, minutes, seconds, then I let go again. I can hardly look. I can hardly hear. Semi-blind, semi-deaf, I float. Sometimes I sink. But not quite. Something, sometimes a detail, brings me back to the surface, and I start floating again…”
Chantal Akerman