Deadness

There’s something dead inside of me. Also, sirens.

We all have things that make us feel alive, that remind us of our vitality, of our connection to the universe. Here are some of those things of mine.

I’m thinking about the strategies I have for making myself feel alive, when I’m struggling with a feeling of deadness. And I’m revisiting my past.

Why is it that what turns me on at the moment is images of women’s thighs and cunts, videos of women masturbating, coming?