My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape.
But even after admitting this, there’s no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me.
And I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my tellings. This confession, has meant,
Nothing
But even after admitting this, there’s no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me.
And I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my tellings. This confession, has meant,
Nothing
