Dissociation & Performative Intimacy.
There's been too much going on in the world that when I am not working or paying attention to my pup, I dissociate. But after years of avoiding the scene, I ventured out to cafe to return to a human existence. Latte. Vogue. And sunshine filtering through a shaded patio. Just me. And a couple - possibly just friends - at the other end. Talking about a multitude of things... Including Bruce Wayne's trauma. Their existence felt performative. To each other. And for me The Guy : He's writing a book Of course he is. He used Batman's archetype to externalize his own need to feel like a tortured, misunderstood genius. Or perhaps just to see if she'll stroke his ego by fawning over his manuscript. The Woman : She's playing the role of the Supportive Muse. Leaning in just enough to keep the dynamic going. The Conversation : Analyzing Bruce Wayne's trauma is the modern equivalent of talking about the weather. It's safe. It's performative. And it's meant ...
