Standing on the Psychoanalytic precipice, looking out at the horizon, the young analyst sees an obscure object of desire." Thus begins one of the eight Stories in this slim collection of Psychoanalytic explorations.
In the end, he just wants to fall.
Riding on the subway to his office in New York City, working with patients, contemplating in spaces, the author delves into his development to become an analyst and his experience practicing an "impossible" and irrepressible profession.
Standing on the Psychoanalytic precipice, looking out at the horizon, the young analyst sees an obscure object of desire." Thus begins one of the eight Stories in this slim collection of Psychoanalytic explorations