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I woke up melancholy with the thought that the rest of my life will comprise of conclusions henceforth, and no longer transitions.
My conviction of finality was spurred by reality; responsibility. Responsible heartbreak is a broken stent—we are let to believe they are medical tools to prevent cardiac events, not realizing intervention is the cardiac event.
I need to make a hundred dolls. What will I find next?
It is the last phase of an era, they said about the North Node conjunctions for 8/1 and 8/7. Time to make a decision and step through a new door. (Cindy)
I am at a doorway. The doorway excites me. Excitement spurs urgency. Urgency is therefore desire, pitched. The doorway is erotic. And as long as the doorway stays open, I can live in the visual metaphor of never collapsing the either sides, but if I want to execute change, some doors may need to close.
My melancholy is not about conclusions versus transformations, I realized, after sitting with the feeling for a full day. It is conclusions and transformations.
I am ending myself in the interest of becoming myself.