I have this recurring dream that my house is being broken into. The conditions are always the same. It is a man, or group of men that I don’t know, and it is always through the front door. The lock stops working. Or the frame is flimsy. Or the most strenuous, I’m trying to lock it and the man is outside barging in. The constant being, I’m never strong enough to keep him out. I try to stop this person from some predetermined threshold. I use my entire body weight, every trick and shove and baring of teeth to move him, but I’m never aware of why.
This is self aware and introspective and confrontational and honest. The margins of the mind are deep, dark, weird places your report on yours with an almost journalistic approach to sus out the “truth” of your subconscious. This piece sucked me in and spit me out with some satisfaction but mostly a lot of questions. I wanna hear more!
This is self aware and introspective and confrontational and honest. The margins of the mind are deep, dark, weird places your report on yours with an almost journalistic approach to sus out the “truth” of your subconscious. This piece sucked me in and spit me out with some satisfaction but mostly a lot of questions. I wanna hear more!