Natasha

“Natasha” is a piece that allows us to gaze into the black hole of subjectivity. The experiences Natasha and Baron Wolfe experience, both individually and collectively, touches on a sensitive part of the human condition. That is, our personalized definitions of reality are inherently unique and unalike from all others. Indeed, it proves difficult to convince one’s self of reality, however, for one to recognize two colliding realities (their self and one other), even if it’s for a moment, is effortless. As Simon Dentith mentions, “just as the idividual cannot be the source of a language, for the utterence always occurs between people, so the individual consciousness is equally intersubjective.” As both Natasha and Baron Wolfe’s realities collide, their false memories of past “ecstasies” become solidified truth. Baron Wolfe’s lies existed only because he accepted that they were lies. The moment Natasha gave her approval of each other’s lies, they became truth and, in turn, their reality. The story of “Natasha” speaks of dramatically bottomless subjective pits of psychological despair. To each one, reality exists differently. I’m perfectly content with resting there.