Sunday, 30 May 2021

It's like a submarine deep under the sea under the terrible pressure (30th May 1997)

It's like a submarine deep under the sea under the terrible pressure, and you suggest opening the hatches. Then I sink and drown.
Autistic people live in their narrow blackened world, their very narrow range. Keep their eyes to themselves, their personalities locked inside. They are perfectly intelligent but it is a flat gramophone record. Most people's intelligence is in a round globe. Because normal people have got fingers, you're presuming I've got fingers too. 
Writing is expelling the poison from your body. Otherwise you will poison yourself. You have all these suitcases filled with mud, and you have to carry them round everywhere with you, in case there are still some specks of gold in there you've missed. 
I'm blinkered. I can't break out of the 2 dimensions to think in 3 dimensions. I can't make that leap to a globe, that can only happen in the first 3 months. That split second sudden mystical inflation.

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