Who’s deciding what me means—me or the employees of the factory that makes Lexapro?
It’s like I have this demon inside of me, and I want it gone, but the idea of removing it via pill is... I don’t know... weird.
But a lot of days I get over that, because I do really hate the demon.”
“You often try to understand your experience through metaphor, Aza: It’s like a demon inside of you;
you’ll call your consciousness a bus, or a prison cell, or a spiral, or a whirlpool, or a loop,
or a—I think you once called it a scribbled circle, which I found interesting.” “Yeah,” I said.
One of the challenges with pain—physical or psychic—is that we can really only approach it through metaphor.
It can’t be represented the way a table or a body can. In some ways, pain is the opposite of language.”
She turned to her computer, shook her mouse to wake it up, and then clicked an image on her desktop.
“I want to share something Virginia Woolf wrote: ‘English, which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear,
has no words for the shiver and the headache... . The merest schoolgirl, when she falls in love,
has Shakespeare or Keats to speak her mind for her;
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