journal excerpt | Roll
Roll reproaches her brother’s zealotry
“In madness one is forgotten | One recedes into nothingness | (Madness) captivates its bearer entire | It devastates without discretion | in pursuit of the cause | of phantoms, of what is to come.
What you actually desire is but a dream | deliverance from the wheel, or the stream, if you will | magnificent, but mad, can’t you see? | For are we not but machines? | Is the heart not a spring? | Are the nerves not but so many strings?”
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