One returns because one must. Odysseus’ 10 year-long, tortuous and torturous journey back to Ithaca demonstrates, in an epic fashion, that returns are hardly casual or optional. Return becomes a journey, or process, in which one is fashioned by the not fully explicable, yet never illegitimate, need to return.
Thus, I returned to posting because I must. Because after almost two years of utter absence in this forum, I began to feel that I was becoming also silent, already here and gradually elsewhere. Some sort of cartesian silence, rather than Freudian or Lacanian. Then it hit me that perhaps voice returns with the figure. Perhaps silence does not need to be broken before return. The act of returning, directing one’s body ashore, can lead to interrupt such loud a silence.
Hence, I’ve returned to this blog. To see my silence broken.
Realism 