I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.

Ben ile O arasındaki ayrım da çok katı olarak ele alınmamalı; unutmayalım ki Ben, O’nun özel bir biçimde ayrımlaşmış bir kısmıdır.”   Sigmund Freud, ‘Ben ve O’, sayfa 69

Know the grave doth gape for thee thrice wider than for other men.

If we spend our time for self-improvement, we’d  have no time to criticize others

Written By Ginger Becerra

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