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There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the stalker and the child, the porcine and the piggish, all the pepperoni I have cured and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My fat is constant and large and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my fatness to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.