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“Bei Durchblättern von Büchern, die ich immer wieder zur Hand nehme, stoße ich auf Unterstreichungen wie diese: »Heute, so scheint es ihm, schreibt er mehr aus einer freien Position heraus. … Er sagt das ohne den Dünkel, der solche Unabhängigkeitserklärungen begleiten kann, und ohne die Pose des Traurigseins, mit der man eine Einsamkeit zugibt«. Die Sätze stammen aus Roland Barthes’ autobiographischem Buch Über mich selbst. Ich muss die Unterstreichung vor langer Zeit gemacht haben. Trotzdem habe ich das Gefühl, sie zum ersten Mal zu lesen. Wenn ich in Maggie Nelsons Bluets blättere, ihren Reflexionen über das Ende einer Liebesaffäre und die Anziehungskraft der Farbe Blau, wartet, in verblassendem Neonrosa markiert, folgender Satz auf mich: »Ich habe schon seit einiger Zeit versucht, in meiner Einsamkeit Würde zu finden. Ich habe festgestellt, dass ich damit Schwierigkeiten habe.«Drei Ausrufezeichen stehen neben der Anstreichung. Es muss eine Zeit gegeben haben, in der ich mich mit Nelsons Lakonie identifizieren konnte. Tue ich das jetzt auch noch? Und schließlich, beim Blick in Marguerite Duras’ Écrire, ihren Essay über die Einsamkeit von Schreibenden: »Sobald der Mensch allein ist, stürzt er in die Unvernunft. Ich glaube Folgendes: Ich glaube, dass eine auf sich allein gestellte Person immer schon vom Wahnsinn gezeichnet ist, da sie nichts vor dem Einbruch des eigenen Deliriums schützt.«1 Wenn ich diese Zeilen lese, schlägt mein Herz etwas schneller. Unfreiwillige Wellen des Erkennens unter Regungen des Widerstands. Haltung bewahren, den Blick nach vorn.”

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Book:Allein
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“Scarlett activated the viola and it came down like short shimmering curtain that covered her eyes with a band of violet light. It dilated her eyes, increasing her binocular summation so that everything in her field of vision was magnified and clear. It also protected her retinas from any sort of laser fire or plasma flash.”

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Book:Drawing the Dragon
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“TRAUMA STEALS YOUR VOICE People get so tired of asking you what's wrong and you've run out of nothings to tell them. You've tried and they've tried, but the words just turn to ashes every time they try to leave your mouth. They start as fire in the pit of your stomach, but come out in a puff of smoke. You are not you anymore. And you don't know how to fix this. The worst part is...you don't even know how to try.”

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Author:nikitta gill
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“For scapegoating to occur, a community must agree on a target who can be blamed for anything that goes wrong. Sometimes a community just needs someone to BE wrong all the time, so they can know they are right. It really doesn’t matter if the person is actually guilty or wrong, as long as everyone agrees on it. That agreement allows the community to act against the scapegoat and feel justified. They can hate, abuse, ridicule, neglect, expel, wound or kill the scapegoat and actually experience feelings of joy and well-being afterward.”

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Author:Raven Foundation
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“She gave me breast and vaginal exams until I was seventeen years old. These 'exams' made my body stiff with discomfort. I felt violated, yet I had no voice, no ability to express that. I was conditioned to believe any boundary I wanted was a betrayal of her, so I stayed silent. Cooperative. When I was six years old, she pushed me into a career I didn't want. I'm grateful for the financial stability that career has provided me, but not much else. I was not equipped to handle the entertainment industry and all of its competitiveness, rejection, stakes, harsh realities, fame. I needed that time, those years, to develop as a child. To form my identity. To grow. I can never get those years back. She taught me an eating disorder when I was eleven years old--an eating disorder that robbed me of my joy and any amount of free-spiritedness that I had.”

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Book:I'm Glad My Mom Died
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