...but you have to remind yourself that perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.

“We cheated, you and me, and someone noticed. I noticed you; someone else notice…”

“The society to which we belong seems to be dying or is already dead. I don't me…”

“...since you can't heal your own sick mind with your own sick mind, I needed to…”

“But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatific…”