Christina Tudor-Sideri
@dreamsofbeing.bsky.social
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writer, translator, and researcher whose work unfolds at the crossroads of literature, philosophy, and critical theory (currently writing about relics and time)
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“We only live once, and rather badly.”

—Ava, Carole Maso
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We have philosophized badly.

—Joubert
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“There was the cemetery where we met so often. Did you ever wonder what tomb I was visiting?

Yes, but it was like opening a letter sent to someone else.”

There are many kinds of letters.
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“Our dead, our poor dead! They ask so little that they get even less.”

The Green Room (1978)
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Even though it is often described as the odd one out, this film is very much Truffaut’s. So much so that I always forget it is the adaptation of three Henry James stories: The Altar of the Dead, The Beast in the Jungle, and The Way It Came.
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Rewatching Truffaut’s La chambre verte, I remembered how he once compared this film to a letter written by hand. “If you write by hand it will not be perfect, the writing may perhaps be trembly, but it will be you, your writing.”
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Sunday with Marguerite Duras. “And in our eyes the same sadness, like a night landscape.”
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“Again space is full of voices, the entire body has become heart.”

—Hélène Cixous
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“Although I write about the world of the eternal, please do not get the impression that I have been there myself.”

(found in an old Romanian magazine from the 1930s; author name indecipherable)
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It feels so long ago... But I still believe that, same as I still believe that writing, any kind of writing, remains a therapy that deepens the wound it soothes.
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Coincidentally, or perhaps because of all this rain, I woke up with thoughts of fog and disintegration and the urge to rewatch Damnation, but this fragment from Cărtărescu also reminded me that it has been a while since I have read my favorite from Krasznahorkai, Animalinside.
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This reminded of how, for a brief moment in time, when Under the Sign of the Labyrinth was not yet Under the Sign of the Labyrinth, it bore the title Wound Separation.
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“We are all strange inside,” writes Cărtărescu in his newest journal. “But only authors know it, for they have seen themselves from within... What I do is describe myself even as the vivisection is taking place, while the scalpel cuts, while the retractor pulls the wound apart.”
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Thank you kindly, Hyo 🤍 I hope you are well.
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Draught is about making, and so it’s only right that the first piece in the journal is a visit to an artist’s studio, in this case the brilliant Rosalind Nashashibi.
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'Day trip to the River Beane and back to London, August 2025': Studio Visit with artist Rosalind Nashashibi featuring a short text by Elena Narbutaitė and photos by GD
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Thank you, Stephen. It was wonderful putting them together and losing myself in those memories...
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How wonderful! Congratulations, Róisín!