Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters (1985), dir. Paul Schrader
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Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters (1985), dir. Paul Schrader
Gerhard Richter, 22.9.94, 1994
I’ve never been desperate for touch. I get disinterested so easily and I am quite content with fantasy by most accounts. Materially, I can let faces and voices come and go as though I am resigned to an acceptance of the barrier between me and them all. In the mind however, without the presence of physicality, I can become ravenous for impulsive action that could very well harbour destruction. I lose myself to the creation and the untenable reach towards absurd unrealities, playing with forces inside me that are ordinarily so small and powerless yet can from somewhere find a geyser of energy to overcome me. I look at my reflection sometimes, and the reflection looks into me as a stranger, chained together but souls apart. I’ve never known an action that feels like home.
9 months on sertraline and my libido is well and truly an artefact of my slender past. I sort of didn’t realise because I can still get it up and everything but it did dawn on me that eroticism and any natural wave of arousal, sudden or gradual, has largely disappeared. This is probably why I have been more and more drawn into recklessness as an uncovering of that beautifully fearful feeling. The knock on effect, maybe it’s a better breeding ground, for depersonalisation is scarier than I realise. The absence is a magnet and it doesn’t care who’s in control.
Photography by Philomena Famulok
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