“A feeling of impotence: to the apparent disorder of my ideas, I have the key, but I don’t have the time to open. Closed-in, solitary distress, the ambition which I have conceived being so great that…I would like, as well, to go to bed, to cry, to fall asleep. I remain there, several moments longer, wanting to force destiny, and broken.”
-Bataille, The Torment.





