This is past. This is now. This is the unsettling and the comforting thoughts. This is all the horror and all the calming. This makes safety, this makes it unsafe. This is conflict. This is ghosts.
She is the female version of Marquis de Sade who hunts us from Bastille Saint-Antoine. She is the femdom with several faces. She allures, she punish.
She is the oneric object, the symbolic object, the real and the virtual object, the found object. And she makes us to objects for our thoughts, gives the unsettling suspicion that we in fact are the ones in the Bastille and she is the keeper.