7/4/2023 0 Comments Ellis american psycho![]() ![]() But even after admitting this-and I have countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed-and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably at Harvard) if they ever did exist. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. ![]() “…there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. ![]()
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