Seriously, things need to be sorted out. Up here, “mental strength”, against the pressures of invisible voices, ghost hands…Before I wake in an isolation chamber of my own construction, I need to sort things out.
My life, framed by coming days, recent events, all the usual…I need to realise what is, and what is not, taken for granted. Worth of currency. Worth of communications.
It’s all my own doing. Dug and buried. Wall-mounted, hooked, gutted. From a relative calm to something much worse; complete silence.
I need to sort things out. Seriously re-establish all which has fallen around.