Brain goes faster than words coming out. By the time I have finally constructed an idea it has become already unutterable because my brain has moved to something else. Thought and voice helplessly deferred.
Y despertar. Siempre. A lo mismo. Una y otra vez. Nunca acabará. Esta rutinaria ansiedad. Tan acostumbrada a ella. Tantas preguntas. Pocas respuestas. Cada día más difícil respirar. Quizá lloraré. Pronto. Necesito saber. Necesito. Necesito necesitar. Hoy.
"The face, it is inviolable; these eyes absolutely without protection, the most naked part of the human body, offer, nevertheless, an absolute resistance to possession, an absolute resistance in which the temptation of murder is inscribed: the temptation of an absolute negation. The Other is the sole being that one can be tempted to kill. This temptation of murder and this impossibility of murder constitute the very vision of the face. . . . The being that expresses itself, that faces me, says no to me by his very expression. . . . Violence can aim only at a face."
