The part that could be so free and happy on its own is not fit to live among people. It strives in vain to articulate its right to be; it shies away from drama or feeling yet the avoidance only leads to melodrama; it compromises one, it shames one, it terrorizes one; it makes one’s life into a cautionary tale. But subtract it and one’s life becomes another cautionary tale. A life lived to forget is a life lived to remember, too.
