I’ve dreamed the nightmare a hundred times, that old revulsion of bone and flesh, waking in sweat, in a headlong rush toward the world, into the cool certainty of fires that burn in sudden stars, the heat in the body. That I am precludes my never having been.
-from Awakening Osiris, The Egyptian Book of the Dead

Destruir(se) para construir(se)

Sueño mucho, y no escribo lo suficiente, y estoy tratando de encontrar a Dios en todas partes.

Ne cherchez plus mon cœur ; des monstres l’ont mangé.