Eighteen-Year-Old Scar on Nietzsche

I’ve been going through my notebooks for the past couple of months. There are loads of them, going back to when I was twelve. In one of them, I found this, which I wrote when I was eighteen.

I read Nietzsche’s On The Genealogy of Morals whilst sitting in a little wooden hut selling tickets for a festival. These are some of the notes I scribbled down while I was reading.

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