Nobody else will love me. Nobody will understand that underneath this coarse, awful façade there is a person that means well. Many quickly see a cynic, and tend to discard the chuckles, the smiles breaking through like a ray through tumultuous cloud. Though I yearn to feel warmth from others, only I know myself.
—Embracing the darkness like a familliar friend
This article appears in Mar 21-27, 2019.
Read “Steppenwolfe” by Hermann Hesse.