Destruction Of The Disgusting And Ugly Hate
I got a tattoo on my heart
Your name is written in black
You have tattoos everywhere
But my name is not there
Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love
And what is the most terrible thing about boredom? Why do we rush to dispel it? Because it is a distraction-free state which soon enough reveals underlying unpalatable truths about existence—our insignificance, our meaningless existence, our inexorable progression to deterioration and death.
The Schopenhauer Cure , Irvin Yalom