It is easy to slip into a parallel universe. There are so many of them. Worlds of the insane, the criminal, the crippled, the dying, perhaps of the dead as well. These worlds exist alongside this world and resemble it but are not in it.
Most people pass over incrementally, making a series or perforations in the membrane between here and there until an opening exists. And who can resist an opening?
An odd feature of the parallel universe is that although it is invisible from this side, once you are in it you can easily see the world you came from.
Every window on Alcatraz has a view of San Francisco.
Maybe my next entry won't be a quote from a book about insanity.
This week, I've started to realise how it really feels to care about another human being a million times more than you care about yourself. But because they feel the same, and if you're hurt they hurt, you have to care about yourself so as not to hurt them. It's a paradox.
Caring hurts more than anything but it's also one of the best things in the world, if not the best.
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