Dear Dionysian Diary

  And then the turn: I MUST PAINT THE GREATEST DETAIL EVER!!! There's no doubt that you are going to see how I draw the greatest map ever, but the most profound sensation I've experienced is when someone melts the lines of my cathedral into one particular brushstroke of life. Please, my dear readers, beware not to touch me with your presence, because then my heart might drop into my balls while my legs collapse as I kneel in front of the unknown power - the power that I  sometimes  try to protect myself from with the nicely articulated clinical cathedrals I am building around me while making an unnecessarily safe distance out of my shyness. My cathedral had no door. I had built it that way. A door would have let something in. Someone touched once. I did not die. I did not become whole either. I just... continued. My skill of cartography developed in my teens when I found the technique to poke people awake in such a way that would give me the sensation of how their wh...

"I have spent most of my life searching for things that pierce the veil," the man said. "Where?" "Everywhere." He looked out the window. "At parties where everyone was performing confidence. At conferences. At dinners where the conversation suddenly stopped being polite. In conversations that suddenly become honest. In strange encounters. In ports and train stations. In women  who refuse to be solved . In moments when someone forgets the role they are supposed to play. In the silence after a question nobody knows how to answer." "And what are you searching for?" "The moment when someone forgets who they are supposed to be." The woman was quiet for a while. "And what happens when you find it?" The man smiled. "It never lasts." "No?" "No. A moment later people return to themselves. The explanations come back. People begin to narrate themselves again." "And then?" "I start lo...