End of a Body class 1

(From 2012, end of a Body class, unread, translated)

I'm tired. I'm imagining how it would be to do all this and not feel tired. Like the difference between taking an hour to get somewhere on foot or two minutes by car. Not only are they not the same thing but they are also completely different. The beginning and end are merely an incredible coincidence.

Forced intimacy. Doesn't exist. I just checked. The putting yourself in the situation of intimacy without self-control begs for a surrender. The logical brain may try and fight it, as it always does in normal life, but the second it's released from its chains the body - the true mind - has no choice but be swept away by the other.

This tells me, with happiness and sadness, that the pure human being can only be plenary through others.
Too bad.
We're about to go back to reality, I see it around me, everyone has already readied themselves for the return, to grab their masks from the coat rack and step back into their supposed actual life.