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“But the same night will continue on. Today is just yesterday, continued. Tomorrow is just today, continued. Day breaks, night falls, day breaks. Night probably falls again. The little details differ, sure. But for the most part, everything is pretty much the same, and I feel neither more nor less sluggish today than I did last Thursday. I am sluggish. But still compelled to dance. Provided there’s some variety to the music.

I’m trapped inside an invisible cage, you see. I can’t leave it. I feel so hollow and futile it makes me sick. It’s easy, though.”
― Izumi Suzuki, Set My Heart on Fire

“... and how gladly he would have taken up the load of any one of them, if only he might have shaken off his own! But, no - the iron circle of consciousness held them too: each one was hand-cuffed to his own hideous ego. Why wish to be any one man rather than another? The only absolute good was not to be...”
― Edith Wharton

“Often he woke up from brief snatches of sleep with the feeling that something material was clinging to him, was on his hands and face, and in his throat - and as his own loathed personality that stuck to him like some thick viscous substance.”
― Edith Wharton, Tales of Men and Ghosts

“When your world breaks, your self also breaks. But for me, the world’s always been broken. It’s all chaotic, out of my control. I’m sure that’s why I try to sort and organise it so much. I want to have it all contained in the palm of my hand.”
― Izumi Suzuki, Set My Heart on Fire