Amalgamate a Horrid Handiwork

In psychoanalysis, repression is understood as a fundamental defense mechanism that keeps what is unacceptable, troubling, or feared from reaching our conscious awareness, shielding us from distressing thoughts that could disrupt the self. Yet beneath the polished surface of daily life, something unsettles—a pressure, soft yet insistent, seeps from the edges of awareness, pulsing faintly like a forgotten memory in the bones. Here, the ordinary does not comfort; it whispers. Repression shelters us, holding us tightly in routine, obedient to the unyielding demands of what should and shouldn’t be. But what it conceals, it never truly destroys. Beneath, resentments swell, unspoken aggressions simmer, sinking into the subconscious where they lie hidden, a silent language of emotions without words. If we look closely, a shadow takes shape—amorphous, unsettling, lurking on the edges of what we allow ourselves to see. Perhaps this shadow is meant to be felt, never fully seen.