Peeling Flesh

Empathy, Acceptance, and Eric LaRocca: An Essay of Growth

This is the definition of emotional honesty. If a soul exists, this languid parade below—this tour through the miasmic coil of my inner workings—is the closest thing to it dissected, pinned to a spreading board under glass.

It starts badly. You won’t understand. Nobody can understand. But at the end, I hope you’re closer. I have tried to track, hunt, and…