You can think of your mind as a room with many cabinets. Some are open; some are shut and locked. You can move from one to the next to see what’s in them, or you can leave them as they are. Some cabinets are crowded with objects from your life, with piles of photographs and records. Some are full of broken machines, tools that you got from your father, jars of used screws and bolts. The room is very large. You never get to some cabinets and even forget they are there. If you could pay for someone to pick the locks, open the cabinets, and document what’s in them would the documents be worth anything? Would they be cathartic, entertaining, or nightmares you couldn’t wake up from?
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