She can’t believe that she actually said it. She said something
that can’t be said, but she said it. Clearly this can’t be said
but why did she have to say it? It ought not to be said. It can’t be
said but she said it regardless. It’s her misfortune, it’s her
disaster.
She’s afraid of this, afraid of that, afraid, afraid,
afraid, but she’s not afraid of her, not afraid of herself.
But what happens if she’s also afraid of herself?
Then wouldn’t she be not afraid?
Turning Point 