#psychoanalyisis

If I had the money for gas, I would be half way across the state driving on towards nowhere. Because driving is the best escape from all thoughts. Just you and the road. & hopefully even some friends

The concept of transference at once destroys faith in personal relations and explains why they are tragic: we cannot know each other. We must grope around for each other through a dense thicket of absent others. We cannot see each other plain. A horrible kind of predestination hovers over each new attachment we form. But isn't all love like that? Isn't that what we mean by "falling in love," a kind of sickness and craziness, an illusion, a blindness to what the loved person is really like, a state arising from infantile origins? The only difference between transference love and "genuine" love is the context. - Janet Malcolm -