The Fine Line
“…That even for the stone wall you are yourself somehow to blame, though again it is as clear as day you are not to blame in the least, and therefore grinding your teeth in silent impotence to sink into luxurious inertia, brooding on the fact that there is no one even for you to feel vindictive against, that you have not, and perhpas never will have, an object for your spite, that it is a slight of hand, a bit of juggling, a cardshapers trick, that it is simply a mess, no knowing what and no knowing who, but in spite of all these uncertainties and jugglings, still there is an ache in you, and the more you do not know, the worse the ache.”
—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From the Underground
So True, so true…
