“What is it that you want from me?”
“Your love.”
It’s amazing how that impulse — the longing to be loved — can twist itself into the most unsettling hatred, a nightmare perpetuated under the eternal recurrence, begetting pain after pain, an emotional betrayal, a physical lashing out, a manipulative ouroboros of projection and blame and sorrow and resentment. I watch a movie like Men and I have no idea how it got made. I understand how they did it,…