[...] beneath exhaustion lies a certain rage. I detect a wrongness everywhere. Within and Without, to quote a lyric. I would be misleading to say I'm screaming inside, for if I was, I'd soon enough find a way to scream aloud. Rather, the politeness infests a layer between me and myself, the name of the wrongness going not only unexpressed but unknow. Intuited only. Forbidden perhaps.
(Jonathan Lethem | Chronic City)
20100901
UNEXPRESSED/INTUITED/FORBIDDEN
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