It was a different precondition that tipped the balance: the state of contrariety. My ambition was to negate. The world, whether dense or hollow, provoked only my negations. When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep,-when I was supposed to speak, I was silent,-when a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it. My hunger, my thirst, my loneliness and boredom and fear were all weapons aimed at my enemy, the world.(...)
Don't ask me those questions! Don't ask me what life means or how we know reality or why we have to suffer so much. Don't talk about how nothing feels real, how everything is coated with gelatin and shining like oil in the sun. I don't want to hear about the tiger in the corner or the Angel of Death or the phone calls from John the Baptist. He might give me a call too. But I'm not going to pick up the phone.
If I who was previously revolting am now this far from my crazy self, how much further are you who were never revolting, and how much deeper your revulsion?
(Susanna Kaysen)
Current Residence: In between worlds
Favourite genre of music: it depends on the mood
Favourite photographer: Ironiada
Favourite style of art: Flamboyant
Operating System: mind and soul
MP3 player of choice: Media player
Favourite cartoon character: Bella,Igor,Pink Panther,Sylvester,Pepe le Pew,Top Cat,Morticia Addams,Gomez Addams,Brian
Personal Quote: What is love but a momentary loss of self conscience?