Obsession

Are you obsessive, obsessed? But what would this mean? To write of the same and always the same, to be possessed by the same thought all day and all night. Or is it that one finds a way to struggle to a certain thought and that thought is given in struggle: it is the gift of that struggle and struggles in turn?

In the end, if, here, everything is the same – if it seems the same is said over and again – this is only because it is the same struggle that is necessary to clear a space in order to begin. To begin what? To write, which is to say, to mark in writing, through writing, the capacity to begin. And after it is marked? You stop, surprised by the surplus of strength which made it possible and to begin to slip back towards murk and weakness. Stop, and you know, tomorrow, you will write the same thing and also fall away from strength.