07.12.2025
S: Andy had to crawl through a tunnel of shit to get to freedom in ‘The Shawshank Redemption’.
A: So?
S: That’s exactly what you have to do. Crawl through a tunnel of shit for it.
A: You know, context is everything. I know you mean something specific.
S: I am talking not just about politics. But love. And even love is politics. Because the personal is the political. Love in this country is incest and narcissism for the most part. Not love but sin. Bondage and not freedom.
A: The sneering starts.
S: I spit upon what passes as love here.
A: You spare none. But yourself.
S: I have freed myself from the Siren. I didn’t stuff my ears with wax. I listened to another’s song.
A: She did nothing to hurt you.
S: Except break my heart. The world can forgive her. The world can adore her. I cannot. I know what happened. The innocent one is me.
A: And the tunnel of shit?
S: Inch by inch I crawled in that claustrophobic, suffocating and stinking hell. I was all alone. But love is freedom. I knew that love was waiting for me at the end of the tunnel. The fresh air. In love as in politics. At the end of the tunnel is the Revolution of love. We endure for tomorrow. We die for tomorrow. Everything hurts. But it is for tomorrow.
diary of a lone man 