There are no more
barriers to cross. 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 pain is
constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I
want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after
admitting this, there is no
catharsis; my punishment continues
to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be
extracted from my telling. This confession
has meant nothing.
American Psycho (2000) by
Mary Harron
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