conflict …
Last night I felt the spirit that gripped me for months leave my body. I was no longer “in love.” I was left with a vivid and heightened sense of the tangible. What was in front of my face - the rooms in this house, the carved rails on the bed, the night wind blowing against the net curtains - became suddenly real, newly interesting. Released, I was happy. Because psychoanalysis (like narrative plot) relies mostly on conflict, its structural method cannot account for these hauntings.”
from ”Twelve Words, Nine Days” in Where Art Belongs by Chris Kraus
