HOW EASY IS IT TO ENJOY ANYTHING WITHOUT THE WEIGHT OF THE HORROR STAINED ON YOUR SKIN, TO RECEIVE NO SWEETNESS AND NO LIGHTNESS OF BEING, TO THRIVE BETWEEN WASTELAND AND MANGLED DREAM, TO BREATHE BELOW ABYSS AND CRY INTO STREAMS OF ENDLESS FAILED BEGINNING THAT HAS BEEN DEEMED UNFIT TO SCREAM; NOW I UNDERSTAND MY MOTHER'S RAGE TOWARD THE SOCIUS, THE GLOBAL EPISTEMIC BETRAYAL
