Is the obsession what is bringing me to the edge of the abyss, or is it what is supposed to rescue me – the last fingernail-hold at the edge? Or like the self-defeating compensations of the neurotic, is it both?
“Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.”
James Baldwin | The Fire Next Time
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