originally posted by: TDDAgain
a reply to: nerbot
That reads interesting and you might utilize space-time-memory synesthesia to achieve that.
When you find the time, please do share, there is interest.
OK...
When I was small, and young too, I never wanted or had the urge to run from what I always knew belonged in my upstairs...my mind. I was a coward on
the outside but not within so had no desires to run from myself.
I struggled for years but eventually found my calm.
It started with a corridor, an office type corridor where I find myself standing.
At the end about 30 feet away is a window up to the ceiling and down to waist level. The sun streams in through frosted glass, so great ambient
diffused light that seems warm, there is no outside view but I know it exists.
The corridor is as wide as my outstretched arms can reach.
The right hand wall was the same style all the way down as the far end wall but without the sunlight, there is also a door on that wall just ahead of
me. I have never been in or out of it but it stays there just because it belongs and would be more conspicuous by it's absence.
The left hand wall is solid up to the ceiling with a single shelf just above head height. On there sits a number of box files, they contain the big
things that have happened in my life, people, places, events and the like. They are always random when I consider them as it is the concept that is
important, not a visual identity for each one
I have no idea what is behind me, it is irrelevant.
When I was younger, the floor was strewn with bits of paper, the things that I felt needed to be sorted out.
Over time, the floor has been cleared, the door on my right still hasn't been used and the light still shines in.
This is a place where my thoughts can be examined, clarified, filed and tidied up as life goes on and things crop up.
I love it, and love the fact that it is such a simple place to contemplate that no longer needs endless tidying and certainly doesn't need any
changing.
I explained this place to a psycoanalyst once after a girlfriend said the classic "you need help".
He smiled all the while and when I finished telling him about it he said "you are fine".
The girlfriend was no friend and I moved her out a week later.
The sun will always shine in my corridor and nothing will stop it. Even when I no longer go there perhaps.
edit on 1/5/2022 by nerbot
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