Perhaps, this should be understood like a demon. An impulse. Something you don’t want to associate with yet, when you least expect, it shows up. Like some shadow. It might be a friend – or fiend. That person you do not really like yet when you see them and are trying your best to look away and pretending to focus on something, they see you. And shout your name. And run to embrace you. “At that time, you cannot shrug them off. They are your friends. And they embrace so tightly that you actually think they are your part – an extension.” “That imagery of a shadow?” I asked. She said yes. We were not talking in person. We were talking by phone but could see each other. Via WhatsApp. It started with a text message. “I can’t do it anymore. This is it.” I saw it minutes later. I asked what the matter was. She said this and that, this and that, and in the end did not say the actual thing. “When did it start?” I asked. “Maybe a week now, I have just bee
...writings and recollections; thoughts too.