All My Children


Up above, the engulfing sky glitters with a million distant stars. Down here, we live suspended in the plasma of our own thoughts.

A chorus of voices rises over the sound of the roaring surf. This is what they tell us: "Make the symptoms disappear and the underlying problem will vanish. What you don't see can't hurt you. What you don't tell won't get you into trouble."

"Delusions, hallucinations and
disorganized speech-that mumbo
jumbo is all in your head."