Hope has been tormenting me for years. My hope is not grounded in any reality. It exists despite all evidence to the contrary, and no matter how much I can understand the impossibility of what I hope for, it remains. In Greek mythology Pandora accidentally releases all the evils into the world, but closes her box in time for hope to remain. So hope can be understood to be an evil, and it's the one evil I can't seem to be rid of.