On Disillusion: Give me the death I need
The Muse Letter No. 31
Life & Death by Gustav Klimt
Weeks ago I bought a planner for 2021. It was quite the thing, I asked around on Instagram, I did my research, ordered, and waited in joyful anticipation: It felt like the thing I would need right now, to move on, to plan and envision the future. To hope.
– Since it arrived, I haven’t opened it.
I cannot make myself think about 2021. For all I know, the clocks could stop ticking on the 31st of December: 23.59. Or as this great meme so poignantly shows, it might as well just go on.