Sarah woke up one day and realized she had been sleepwalking through life. She had followed societal expectations, gotten a degree, a job, a partner, and a mortgage, but she felt no fulfillment. As she looked in the mirror, she asked herself, "What is the point of it all?" She sat with her thoughts for weeks until she found the answer. There was no universal meaning to life, it was up to her to create her own purpose. With a sense of liberation, Sarah quit her job, ended her relationship, and began a journey of self-discovery.
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Notes on Afterwards
I can no longer think about anything. I simply savor the moments when I can close my eyes and let myself be carried away by the memories of that night. Desire burns me, devours me, paralyzes me. Abrupt sentences, monosyllabic words, insults, linguistic pirouettes—from god to whore—loop endlessly in my head. It’s the moment when one no longer knows how to speak, like a newborn, the moment when the verb is not yet there. The moment when one feels the present instant in all its nuances: through touch, sight, taste, smell. The moment when one almost no longer exists. No, when one truly no longer exists, especially as an individual being. It is the moment of absolute fusion with another. It is the moment of coït. With two dots on a single i.
By Anastasia Tsarkovaabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
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