f*ck it. I hit return instead of clicking mouse button in comments box on previous reply. Hence "no comment". But that would suffice in itself! I have been reading through the discussions board and feel compelled to write to you. To start: My theory on the application of "psycoanalysis" as presented in 4:48 Psycosis IS the death of the patient, err, client, err, customer. I have the book of the play in front of me. There are so many schools of thought....... "Drowning in a sea of logic". I saw the play at the Royal Court when it came out. I clapped a lot. Loudly. It wasn't going to be put on. And that would have been a loss. There is a lot of people who understand exactly what she said. Whether they have seen the play or not. And this is what it is all about. There is a lot of very bad sh*t going down. And it is very good for buisiness. I've just thought of one of those throw away pub asides that flitter across the memory, "The operation was a complete success, unfortunately the patient died on the operating table"....... Look at the difference between what is said and what actually happens. I remember sitting on the side of a hill looking out over a lake with a mate of mine. Summer. The air as sweet as honey. A breeze swept accross the valley, stirring the still waters of the lake. Swirling patterns formed on the surface of the waters, grouped together, forming a kind of dance. The pair split into four spirals. Patterns within patterns. And then came back together as a pair, and then dispersed. I remember going on a brief tour of a university prior to my "A" level results. Chaos theory was becoming mainstream. A computer model of turbulance initiating within certain perameters showed whorling vorticies forming. The budget was used up for two to three seconds of computer time. INSIDE. I often wondered what a Barium cloud experiment was for........ I have been terrified of prisons and mental institutions, and only found another kind of prison. Perhaps time is the construct of a mind that fears to let go. Anyway, It's a long old road, and these walls are closing in. Not before I get my hands on another gin and tonic. Tread carefully. There is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. So...........
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