Agustina Bazterrica

He wishes he could anaesthetize himself and live without feeling anything. Act automatically, observe, breathe and nothing more. See everything, understand and not talk. But the memories are there, they remain with him.

He knows he doesn’t have to say anything to this man, just agree, but there are words that strike at his brain, accumulate, cause damage

But he remains silent and smiles.

What we see never lies in what we say.

GILLES DELEUZE

They nibble away at my brain,
Drinking the juice of my heart
And they tell me bedtime stories…

…and its expression was so human
that it filled me with horror…

These words appear in his head and strike him. Destroy him. But they’re not just words.

His brain warns him that there are words that cover up the world.

He wishes he could anaesthetize himself and live without feeling anything. Act automatically, observe, breathe and nothing more. See everything, understand and not talk. But the memories are there, they remain with him.

The words carry the weight necessary to mould us,