Il me semble que je serais toujours bien là où je ne suis pas…
Not the first time it’s been said but no longer true: I am here, will always be here until the final decay, the final disintegration. My nightmares have ended, a certain kind of peace, the restlessness ebbs and flows as it should: an equilibrium of desire and contentment. I am not all I once was, the figment of an idealized self. I still struggle but not with how to end the demons within me, rather how to put them to use.