“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay, Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
“I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him. This impulse did not end with his death. What ended was the possibility of response.”
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
“November 11
Solitude = having no one at home to whom you can say: I’ll be back at a specific time or who you can call to say (or to whom you can just say): voilà, I’m home now.”
― Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary
“My life is over, for during the transport he has drowned in the river, he was my life, I loved him more than my life.”
― Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina
“I recognize now that there was nothing unusual in this: confronted with sudden disaster we all focus on how unremarkable the circumstances were in which the unthinkable occurred, the clear blue sky from which the plane fell, the routine errand that ended on the shoulder with the car in flames, the swings where the children were playing as usual when the rattlesnake struck from the ivy.”
podcast om følelser.
der bliver her talt om forvirring ud fra forskellige værker såsom bridget jones, og fra asta olivia nordenhof og talking heads.
der bliver fx. talt om hvordan skelnen mellem det emotionelle = irrationelle og det fornufts-styrede = rationelle bliver brugt til at opretholde magthierarkier.