Being sane but locked up in a sanatorium
“On Being Sane in Insane Places” Revisited I hear this voice. Just one, low and muffled. “Empty… hollow… thud.” That’s all it takes. I’m sitting across from a psychiatrist and already I know I’m not walking back out the door. They look at me like I’m a puzzle they’ve solved before. Soon enough, the door … Read more
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