I saw physiotherapist today for a deep muscle massage. He kept on asking me whether this or that was the spot. "No... no... YES," I answered as he located the source of the pain.
As I lay there with my body contorted , I imagined the therapists that probe, with much more difficulty, the mind. There I would lie, on a couch of course, while the therapist tugged at my exposed heart to see which associations would cause a flashback that would reveal the past horror.
"Is this the one?"
I would cry, "No...no...might be..." as my mind flickered with the remembrance of a disappearing dream.
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