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Box Of Feelings: Assignment #3

Though we may not want it or see it happen, everything changes. Very often, we need our feelings to change in order for us to move on.

It is thus time to learn how to cope with regret through detachment.


Assignment #3: Go around your house or any place you keep your secret treasures and memorabilia. Collect all of the small items that remind you of something or someone you have loved but had to let go. It may not have been an easy choice and it must have  left marks on you (because you still keep the stuff).

Once you  have it all, place them tidely on the floor and lay shirtless (and bra-less, if you’re a girl) on top of them. Lie quietly over them, and think about why this is or should be part of your past. Stay there as long as you need, but it must be long enough to cause you a slight discomfort and leave physical marks. It will eventually wear off.


If you want to participate in the project, take a picture of your marked skin and/or of the objects you lied upon and send it to

A Mutation

The chemistry of feelings
Natural laws, emotional states
No matter how strong my will is
Changing without obliterating
What a challenging trial to make
Is my present my past remolded?
A lot is lost, a lot is taken
And everything is transformed
Again and again

Nothing is created from scratch


There are those who burst with their insanity
Spitting stupidity, vomiting vulgarity
Not I, for I can but implode with mine

When I learn to erupt so slowly
My whirlwinds will turn into lakes
Pools of discomfort, embers that cool
Shall give rise to what may come my way


Thoughts of being nothing without my expectations and dreams have been here, within
But I am me, with the insides out, a bit real, still me
What scares and threatens may as well liberate
Through anger and ache, from past to fate


The problem with yearning for something
Is that one day you might get it
Or leave it

Letting go of something can be just as painful
As holding on to something going wrong


Whan can I keep?
What will you take back?
What’s left of me, when you do that?

I’m gonna throw up
I’m gonna throw up
I’m gonna throw up

He was tailor-made for me


Perfection, any kind of perfection, always demands some kind of concealment.



Without something hiding itself, or remaining hidden, there is no perfection.

(Roberto Calasso, The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony)