There is one passage in Susan Sontag’s journals/notebooks that speaks a lot to me since it somehow speaks of me.

“It’s not that I think (or have ever thought) I was bad—through and through. I think I’m unattractive, unloveable, because I’m incomplete. It’s not what I am that’s wrong, it’s that I’m not more (responsive, alive, generous, considerate, original, sensitive, brave etc.).”

(In: As Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh, 1964–1980)

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