Hell is oneself

There was a door
And I could not open it. I could not touch the handle.
Why could I not walk out of my prison?
What is hell? Hell is oneself,
Hell is alone, the other figures in it
Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from
And nothing to escape to. One is always alone. »

T.S.Eliot in «The cocktail party»

[originalmente publicado en historiasquenollevananingunlado.blogspot.com]


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