“Evil: if I had encountered it before then it was so well disguised that I saw it as something else – an old woman walking alone down a track crying; a distant plume of smoke from a village in the hills; dead-eyed soldiers stepping down a road in silence – banal details of its hidden tread. Even the killings I had seen so far seemed no more than the brutish product of the war’s rationale: men did bad things – it was in their nature. Words like ‘wicked’ and ‘evil’ had a medieval ring to them, a throwback to superstition and the histrionics of the pulpit. I have no personal God and mostly feel in no position to judge individual actions as either ‘good’ or ‘evil’. Yet I am certain that what I witnessed at times in Vareš was more than mere wrongdoing.” Evil Book:My War Gone By, I Miss It So Source: My War Gone By, I Miss It So
“On one level my sense of despair had been dispelled by therapy, yet on another it had not been replaced by either the desire for a future or the concept of one. I felt more aware of who I was, but that in itself-dominated as it was by sensations of fragmentation and isolation-filled me with no great hope, and in many ways only fuelled an appetite for destruction.” WayDesireFeltLevelsDespairDepressionConceptsDestructionFilledIllnessMental IllnessTherapyIsolationSensationsAppetiteReplacedGreat HopeFragmentation Book:My War Gone By, I Miss It So Source: My War Gone By, I Miss It So
“The anger came creeping back like the leak from a dripping water tank, the fall of each individual drop passing almost unnoticed until I realized I was soaked with the emotion.” FallIndividualWaterEmotionHatredI RealizedPassingPassingsTanksUnnoticedLeaksDrippingDripping Water Book:My War Gone By, I Miss It So Source: My War Gone By, I Miss It So
