Month: September 2021

I was reading Hetty Hillesum’s diary today. On her last entry, before she was deported in 43, to a Nazi camp, she says “I would like to be a balsam to cure all wounds”. Indeed she is. The peace in her, in those unnamable times of horror. The way she could still look at the… Continue reading Hetty Hillesum

i refuse. i do not accept. that’s my point of departure. and I’ll try to explain why: Life in this society is an illusion. An illusion carefully orchestrated. Just yesterday i seem to have noticed it. While trying to flee the noisy streets of downtown, after a girl commented: “maybe you are autistic”. I think… Continue reading On dwelling by ourselves