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The strange amorphous thing that is desire finds its way to us and through us. We all wish it was so easy and uncomplicated. But everything is really messy, isn't it, between the jeweled palisades in the glittering realms of desire. Things have a way of sticking to you, the way a harrowing or else mundane life experience becomes fodder for a weird uncomfortable dream you can't stop thinking about all day.

The way some small and wholly benign thing that caught your attention one time a long long time ago can become a motif you obsess over forever. The way your childhood nightmare can distort your internal landscape in a way you have to grapple with forever.

>Look at poster. Acknowledge fucked up personal problem.