I knew that it would happen sooner or later. I fell into his hands. His? What his? Well, psychiatrist, doctor, some such.
Hmm, right at the start it sounds paranoid. And straight away I told a lie. I didn’t fall into anybody’s hands, I went by myself. And I didn’t know anything beforehand. Yes, occasionally I say to myself “I knew that this would happen”, but if I want to be quite truthful, then I would say “I feared that”… We all fear a little that we will go astray, everybody thinks about some tremor in life, and I am just the same. And one gloomy autumn morning it happened. I found myself in front of the doors of the emergency psychiatric clinic…
It is hard to find the right point to start the story, but I can come back to that later. That morning when I found myself in front of the doors with a foggy and shaking agitated mind I still knew that nothing would be the same again once I entered.
Today I wonder whether it is not thus at all the world’s doors? There is still the problem of doorkeepers, every door has its keeper, but it is too soon to mention that. Doors are a good point to begin the story because right now I am in search of the doors. But this time I want to get out.
10.09.2007. (23:53)
-
-
-
- - promjene spremljene- uredi komentar - obriši komentar - prijavi ovaj komentar kao spam - zabrani komentiranje autoru ovog komentara- učitavam...
Reader
I knew that it would happen sooner or later. I fell into his hands. His? What his? Well, psychiatrist, doctor, some such.
Hmm, right at the start it sounds paranoid. And straight away I told a lie. I didn’t fall into anybody’s hands, I went by myself. And I didn’t know anything beforehand. Yes, occasionally I say to myself “I knew that this would happen”, but if I want to be quite truthful, then I would say “I feared that”… We all fear a little that we will go astray, everybody thinks about some tremor in life, and I am just the same. And one gloomy autumn morning it happened.
I found myself in front of the doors of the emergency psychiatric clinic…
It is hard to find the right point to start the story, but I can come back to that later. That morning when I found myself in front of the doors with a foggy and shaking agitated mind I still knew that nothing would be the same again once I entered.
Today I wonder whether it is not thus at all the world’s doors? There is still the problem of doorkeepers, every door has its keeper, but it is too soon to mention that. Doors are a good point to begin the story because right now I am in search of the doors. But this time I want to get out.
10.09.2007. (23:53) - - - - - promjene spremljene- uredi komentar - obriši komentar - prijavi ovaj komentar kao spam - zabrani komentiranje autoru ovog komentara- učitavam...