Casa Robino

Among those who succeed in resisting madness, their intense inner life brings them to a higher conception of life, to a deeper consciousness of the self, its value, its strength. [...] You sense that if this torture has not broken you, nothing will ever be able to break you. In silence you struggle against the huge prison machine with the firmness and its stoic intelligence of a man who is stronger than the suffering of his flesh and stronger than madness… And, when a broad ray of sunlight inundates the barred window, when good news comes in from the outside, when you have succeeded in filling the dismal day with useful work, an inexpressible joy may ascend within you like a hymn.-Victor SergeThese are vitally necessary times. You may not know it, but you are in midsts of a great transformation, of an old skin falling away. Mystical.Drinking juice and only juice for days on end. fast on everything. There is a certain joy in abstaining from food when there is choice. Crazed thoughts, compulsions. Cravings, a headache of great storms and then a particular clarity arising. Forget how much I would reach for food as a way of comfort. Comfort must come from the stomach, not what's put into it, I tell myself. But asceticism is not my way. Pleasure is joy and joy is life. Just, the seperation between need and want is a new breath, sometimes. A way to the madhouse too.  Potato and carrot juice is the worst and the idea of it induces great laughter. Truly a modern day construction.The wind outside roars. Writing in bursts and then abrupt ends. Pine for hot chocolate.Deep longing, deeper than ever before. September 7th, 2645km.Three months are three deserts. But what has arisen within these months has been the certain belief in the illogical, instinct and guts. Nothing else matters in this world.The only thing that has kept the race of men from the mad extremes of the convent and the pirate-galley, the night-club and the lethal chamber, has been mysticism—the belief that logic is misleading, and that things are not what they seem.-G.K. Chesterton