Hannah Hunt

“There were so many ways of being hated. And one could be hated by so many people. In the beginning we were so innocent of this fact- of how much we could be hated. By people we thought would like us or by people we thought wouldn’t care. But there was so much more hate than any of us had the capacity to understand. Hate seemed to spring from the deepest core of our beings. Years later, all you had to do was peep through a peep hole and there it was for anyone to see: a whole world of vitriol, entirely without end. It seemed that rage was what we were made of. And why not? Happiness was not meant to be ours. The love we imagined would never be ours. Work that could occupy our hearts and minds forever- this was also not meant to be ours.”
― Sheila Heti, Pure Colour