“I know they accuse me of arrogance, and perhaps misanthropy, and perhaps of madness,” declares the narrator at the start of Borges’s short story “The House of Asterion.” He lives isolated in a house that he describes in sparse but precise detail.
Loneliness can be such a consuming fear and it seems that everyone reacts to it in their own manner. I understand the path of self-isolation and resentment, since sometimes it can feel like no one else is ever lonely
Loved this! Can I ask for your thoughts on why is it so easy to fall back to hatred, too? Why it's easy to hate the Minotaur, and why the Minotaur could just as easily do the same? Somehow, pointing the finger at him, bringing up past violence (even if committed by someone before him) feels more comfortable than trying to understand him sometimes. Everyone's violence might be justified to some extent, but when does it end? Can it? Does anyone win? Doesn't winning that front also mean failure?
loved the writing!
Loneliness can be such a consuming fear and it seems that everyone reacts to it in their own manner. I understand the path of self-isolation and resentment, since sometimes it can feel like no one else is ever lonely
Loved this! Can I ask for your thoughts on why is it so easy to fall back to hatred, too? Why it's easy to hate the Minotaur, and why the Minotaur could just as easily do the same? Somehow, pointing the finger at him, bringing up past violence (even if committed by someone before him) feels more comfortable than trying to understand him sometimes. Everyone's violence might be justified to some extent, but when does it end? Can it? Does anyone win? Doesn't winning that front also mean failure?
really excellent, thanks for writing this
Really beautiful, Miriam! The only thing I’ll note is that Srinivasan’s first name is “Amia,” not “Ama” :-)
Really nicely written.
so good