When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
STARS / Your Ex-Lover Is Dead.
Dear Cordelia,
A lot has changed since I opened Pandora's Box. You always reminded me that there's not one constant in life. That existence is ever changing—twisting, turning into a place where you don't even recognise yourself in the mirror. It's been a long time since I recognised myself in the mirror.
If I even had a mirror to look in...
Life is so different from when I left you. I'm paler now. I can tell when I look down at my hands. Suppose that's what happened when you're locked inside a room for most hours of the days. Leo says it's for my own protection, that this and the medication will help me. I'm not scared of needles now! You'd be proud of that. I had no choice, I guess.
I am safe where I am. I promise. The fire grows stronger now, just like you wanted it to.
Are you?
With Love,
Psychopomp
I want to get off now, I like the pain and burning light and wanting things from people who don't want them to give them to me.
ROBERT KURVITZ & ALEKSANDER ROSTOV / Disco Elysium.
YOU ARE READING
Psychopomp
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