“My anger is Sandra’s Scotch. It is her wine, her sleeping pills, her years of speed and ‘mandies make you randy’, her denial, her forgetting. These are the ways we numb the pain of vulnerability, but emotion cannot be selectively numbed. If we are too good at it for too long we will numb our ability to form true connections, with ourselves and with others, which is the only thing we are here for – if we are here, glued to the same crumb busily suspended in infinity, for anything at all.”
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