I’ve been slightly obsessed with the Lacanian concept of the Real for quite a few years. I never understood it completely but I did understand that the Real cannot be expressed by language. It is want cannot be expressed by a medium as sophisticated as the written or spoken word.
Mayukh, a friend of mine introduced me to Youtube channel called The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and I’ve been perplexed, in a good way, ever since. Here it is:
“There is no word in the English language for the desire to disappear, or the eerie tension of a looming thunderstorm, or a spark of eye contact that can leave you blinded for days, or the realization that every passer-by is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. No word for the wistful foreboding of the first sign of autumn or the instinctive tendency to see someone as you did in their youth. No word for the moment you began to fear that your life would follow a sequence of predictable milestones or the fear that it might never happen that way. No word for the suspicion that you are utterly unique or for the suspicion that you are utterly not. The fear that there is no frontier left, you’ve already felt everything you’re ever going to feel.”
His name is John Koenig and that was The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. I’ve watched shows, movies, and made a few videos myself, but those 1.16 minutes were enough to move me, because every single word is how I perceive my life. I never had the words to express it before. Now I might just. It brings the Real and reality ever so close, or as close as you can make it. My stamp of approval doesn’t mean much, but John Koenig nevertheless has it.