"I want you to taste and smell me, want to be palpable, to get under your skin, to be an itch in your brain and in your guts that you can’t scratch out and that you cant allay, that will corrupt and destroy you and drive you mad. Who can write entirely with unadulterated compassion? All prose, all poetry, to the extent that it is not compassion, is failure."
RD Laing
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