Hysteria is a language. One we don’t understand, but a language, non-the less. It takes its form as a chapter in the history of art, and not medicine. The reason for this shall be clear once we’ve started to read it’s meanings; the meanings that it creates through images and signs; the meanings not that we create, but the meanings that create us.

To claim that hysteria is a language, can be based on a number of variables, many of which stand to be questioned and verified. Freud, as did many others, saw hysteria through psychoanalytical eyes that placed hysteria among the vast river of neuroses that exist in our unconscious. According to Freud, the unconscious functions as a language. It is made of a million chains of signifiers that migrate and explode to create meaning, to create us. So is it not logical to say that hysteria too, functions as a language and through specific chains of signifiers. What about the many images of hysteria that we are left with today? The images left behind by Dr. Charcot and his famous, if not infamous clinic of “mad” women. They too speak to us, a language that we are familiar with today, but yet still remains a mystery; the language of the image. We are bombarded with images everyday, but how do we see these images?

We look at these images to see representations, representations of the “real” world, of the world to which we belong to, and the world in which we understand and perceive everything to be true. Images of the Visible.

But what if we were to look at images, not as just as representations of the world that we know, but manifestations of a world that we do not know. What if these images spoke a language that we have yet to understand by simply listening to what the image is saying. Images of the Invisible.

It is through this reading of the images of hysteria that we might be able to cross over into a place unfamiliar to us, a place where hysteria is the real, where hysteria is understood. Through finding these signifiers and understanding the associations that they form, can help us travel along the different chains of signifiers. Then we might be able to communicate with an image. Not only understanding what we see, but also understanding what the image itself is saying. And through studying images of hysteria in this way, then we will be able to understand what hysteria is saying.

most of the times when we're sad we don't even really know why. and even if we do it isn't something that we can explain or share with anyone else. sadness is the most mysterious thing we face, because it doesn't have a name, it doesn't have a voice. when we're angry there is always a reason, when we're happy even if there is no reason we don't care. but when we're sad for no reason, it's like that dream where you want to scream but your voice fails you. sadness and depression are two very different things. i can't say which is better or worse because it's irrelevant. some people mistake the two, but they are in fact very different. not everyone who thinks they are depressed actually are. not all of us have been depressed, but i am almost certain that all of us have experienced sadness. it's weird that something we all share is so hard to explain or understand. so hard in fact that i can't really explain what i'm thinking right now. the way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.

a lot of people under estimate how important it is to be able to be alone. people who are uncomfortable being alone try to surround themselves with others constantly to avoid it. but it isn't something you should avoid, it is something that maybe you should find a way to enjoy. we're all alone in the end, and there is nothing wrong with that. your own company should be something you enjoy, not just for yourself but for the people you care about. we juggle many relationships in our daily lives, but for me at least the most difficult relationship is the one with myself. i'm harder on myself than i am on others. i am meaner to myself, and frankly i don't think i am a good friend to myself at all. i really do think that i should be able to be my own best friend, and we all should. we're the better when we're better to ourselves; more honest, more open, and more content. it may not seem like the most important thing to focus on, but all of us have one relationship in our lives that will always be the most substantial and the longest; and that is with ourselves. we should make sure its a good one.

this song from bat for lashes new album the haunted man really shows off what she as an artist is all about. i personally love songs that sound sad but are actually not. maybe i’m crazy but it plays to the idea that everything can be beautiful, it just depends on your perspective. it’s the kind of song that makes me smile; bitter sweet in a sense.

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i am a fan of her previous albums, even though i felt some tracks to be a little monotonous. her voice and accent are very beautiful, and her lyrics are very poetic and well written; straight to the point with a lot said in between the lines.

i came across this song on pitchfork’s best new releases. give it a listen if you haven’t had the chance. its a very groovy song. it’s the kind of song i’d dub a feel good song. great rythm and beat. i just might get the entire album, sounds to be very interesting, a great find! i also love the title and lyrics “hold on when you get love and let go when you give it”. there is something very retro about the song as a whole.

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opening track from “Put Your Back N 2 It,” the new album from Perfume Genius (Mike Hadreas). i stumbled on this today just as soon as i woke up and it could’t have been better timing. it’s a beautiful song. maybe not everyone’s cup of tea, but it you like classical piano, you’ll in the least find it intriguing. personally i thought it was hauntingly beautiful. the track is quiet, subtle, and simple.

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i once read this story about and old man who spent his last days wondering about a particular question. if he could be just one thing in life, what would he choose it to be. when he couldn’t figure out the answer he started asking the members of his family the same question.

his 40 year old son, who was married and struggling to support his family, answered “rich”.

his son’s wife, who didn’t care much for being rich, but worried about her children making the right choices, she answered “wise”.

his 25 year old daughter, who was single and lonely, answered “loved”.

he understood the value of all the answers he got but it wasn’t until the day he was taking a walk in the park and ran into a young boy wandering alone, that he heard the answer that changed his life. he walked beside the boy for a while and then asked him: “if you could be just one thing in life, what would you choose to be?”

the boy was quite for a while then stopped looked up at the old man and said, “found”.

when i read this i thought it was extremely insightful, cause the truth is we all want to be found. whether its by a job that we love, or a person who loves us; someone who understands us.

we all want to be seen, to be heard; found.

you can never know what's going on in someone's mind. the same goes for everyone else; they don't know what's going on in yours. somethings are concealed intentionally, while others are simply stubborn and can't seem to manifest themselves into words. people are different in dealing with this. on the outside of the spectrum, some people push and try to get in; try to get the other person to talk. others don't push because they don't want to pry. and some are just not interested. on the inside of the spectrum, some people try and trick the stubborn thoughts out, by saying something else and hoping the other person can read between the lines. some people express these thoughts in action or product rather than words. and others have given up and stay silent. the truth is it doesn't matter where you stand, what matters is both sides together. finding someone to talk to, someone who never misunderstands when your words get jumbled. someone who hears everything you say when you say nothing at all, and is able to listen to what you're really saying. someone who pushes their way in to help you fish out something you need to say. that's why communication is so vital. because most of the times there are things we can't say unless someone's there to listen.

i am a stubborn person. i know i am, it’s not something i deny. i have my beliefs and principals and i stick to them. but at the same time i am always trying to learn, from others and from myself. some people believe only what they can see with their own two eyes. that basically means that everything they learn to believe is something that in their mind is proven to be right. but what about reasonable doubt, or belief in its purest form. i mean if i write something and i am convinced its great, then a world renowned writer tells me its not so good, even if he doesn’t prove why its not good; i take his opinion into consideration. or if a family member or someone i know loves me gives me a piece of advice; i consider it even if i don’t agree with the approach 100%. knowledge is power, and educated beliefs are better than blind faith.

whatever happened to conversations that were an exchange of ideas. when an opinion different to your own was considered an opportunity to learn or adapt; or maybe reaffirm your original opinion. this is the information age, but what people forget is that the best source of learning is other people. when we become so set in our ways that we forget that there might be something else out there; it’s a problem. then there are the people that say: “if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it”. but what about updates to make it better. what about the tools you learn in the process. tools are important, and even though there are people who would rather go at it by ear, at the end of the day you need both. you need to have passion and live idealistically, but you have to couple it with some pragmatism in order to achieve what it is you set your sights on. i can want to buy my own house from here to sunday, but if i don’t work hard and have a practical plan on how to do it, it’s never gonna happen.

people who know me, in most cases know only one side of me. but the truth is i am a paradox, and i think most of us are the same way. i do have idealistic dreams and theories on life, but i use practicality and pragmatism to try and achieve them. you can dream to build a house, but if you don’t know the physics behind it, you will fail; or better yet not even try. and it’s a cop out in a sense, because wanting something or even wanting a certain life, but not being open enough to admit that wanting it isn’t enough, is a cop out. you can be a dreamer the rest of your life, or you can use the tools of pragmatism to get your dreams. there is a middle ground, a ground where we all should be. we shouldn’t be so practical that we forget to enjoy the little things in life, but we shouldn’t be so idealistic and care free, that we spend our entire lives only dreaming. and if we can’t find ourselves in that middle ground, we can only hope that there is a person out there who loves us enough to try to give us the tools we lack.