‘I want to live in my own head. Everything else is illusion.’
My reply is hopelessly belated:
‘For God’s sake don’t, not unless you can be sure that only
those expressly invited can get in there with you. Bulls in china shops have
nothing on the gatecrasher who invades your head, deliberately or otherwise. The
damage can be mind-numbing, the sense of violation chillingly real. Your head
is your castle keep. Once that’s breached, there’s no further retreat. If you
can’t get rid of the invader – and doing so isn’t as easy as it sounds – you’re
in trouble.’
Today’s other three posts never got written.
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