superego

That would just be me falling into another Western trap—it’s not Id and Superego.

Imagine that the superego comes as a low-voltage father who cannot stop struggling with his bowels.

His words come in a torrent, an id-gush; I imagine his superego watching with its usual resignation from the balcony.

An old superstition, like the id-ego-superego triad of the sick-minded psychologists.