Salisa lohavittayavikant

There is no crown wearing without cross bearing.

And that’s why “Christ is king”.

— Anton, September 24th, 2025

What do you think of this song? I’ve always loved it. Represents the spirit better than Jack White’s original:

— Salisa to Anton, December 31st, 2025

If she’s spiritually horny for him, he’s basically her owner. Means they’re a soul match (and this is extremely rare). Can’t be faked, manipulated, reasoned, rationalised or otherwise willed into. It’s either there or it’s not, whether she likes it or not. Take it up with God.

— Anton, October 11th, 2025

I don’t need a health care professional. I need someone who could shoot down about a dozen drones following me everywhere. That would make me feel better.

— Salisa to Markus, late December, 2025

You know all this time I grovel to you because I don’t want you to get into trouble. I don’t want to see you hurt. Or for something to happen to you.. even after everything you did. Because your friends aren’t going to hurt me. I didn’t fear for my life. I fear for you.

— Salisa to Anton, August 5th, 2025

I thought I was writing a love story. I thought, this is Shakespearean. This is biblical, the love these two people had for each other. And so I was writing it from that point of view. Meanwhile, the whole world was viewing it as a crime story and nothing more.

— The Guardian, October 8th, 2025

I remember when I briefly got back together with Sebastian that evening in 2019. I believe it was before 2020 and before Phuket. The evening at his new apartment. The evening when he asked “what are we doing?” and I told him he should leave the country. I remember it distinctly because I could feel that something wasn’t right. […] Could this be the man who was head over heels obsessed with me? It surely didn’t feel like it. Something just wasn’t right with this picture. I think I frowned. Confused. Unsettled. Disappointed. All this time.. all these years.. I think I’ve transposed the obsession of Anton onto the image of Sebastian. Perhaps even before I met Anton in the flesh. Could I have been in love – all this time – with the wrong man? Even if partially so? Was my relationship with Sebastian actually obsessive and intense? My compulsion towards Sebastian, was that real? Or was it just a fiction to make everything fit together because I didn’t have all the pieces of the puzzle yet?

You couldn’t make this stuff up. All very fantastical. Fantastical: fanciful; unreal; whimsical; capricious; fantastic [Merriam Webster 1913].

— Salisa, Journal: July 10th, 2025

She asked [the security guard] whether when I left I had a bag with me. The guard said he didn’t remember that (I am then reminded that this was the day I went to the mall with no backpack or electronics and still got intercepted). Por said to call her when I return home no matter how late. They then called her at half-past nine in the evening. I am then also reminded that this was the day I saw two movies almost back-to-back and the second one ran late into the night that I had to exit the mall via the back-entrance service elevator (I took the opportunity to wander into the emptied-out parking lot and not only did it seem surveillance-free – I do my own reconnoitering however pointless it seems at this point – but it was vaguely evocative of that low-budget stalker horror called “P2” starring the very charismatic Rachel Nichols). After I returned home that night I messaged Anton, “I’m okay. Not going anywhere. I hope you are too.” I mean who knew if Anton had personally arranged for the check-in. It could be local SVR because my death would end up sparking another crisis (I think the young man who approached me was a trained operative) but nevertheless I thanked him for it.

— Salisa, Journal: August 17th, 2025