I feel another presence in me. IT is moving my limbs; if not against someone else, then against myself. I am never ahead in this contest. IT is realizing its strength. IT is winning. IT is beginning to think it can do without me, its host.
But how can I know all this, if I am not IT myself?
[Freud: “das Es”, the “id”, the “it” – in German it’s neither masculine or feminine, but neuter – don’t think too much about that]
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