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“I wouldn’t have left it going like this,” I admitted, “left it going for as long as I have, unless I’d become convinced there’s more to this than my personal insanity.”
“Your own personal,” emphasized my other cat with a grin, “insanity.”
“Sentenced 1989,” commented my cat by way of a distraction.
“Since 1943,” I muttered in reply…
For a moment I allowed my mind to stroll through the other trackways of my memory. Allowed the other operators of my empty life to specify the times and dates. Finding myself, then, falling through the maelstrom of symbols twice left by the side of the road.
Then life and art began to blur together again. As the juxtapositions of my various crazy notions began to intersect the realms of the real. More hard data passed me by with alarming coincidence as the supernatural plot of the programme I was watching began to unravel into a year long conversation. Leaving the others, perhaps, with a better explanation of the last five years of my living hell.
“Significant other,” my cat reminded me as I calmed myself with a breathing exercise, “most significant other, perhaps.”
“Proclamations,” I sighed eventually, “and the difference between Shadow and Other.”
“Easy,” purred my other cat, “it’s a voice and it’s all in your mind. Heart through head is Other,” she began, “those known to you. Those that are rejected are Shadow,” she continued, “head through heart.”
“Intellect and emotion,” I nodded thoughtfully.
“Along with the unconscious,” added my cat, “both Shadow and Other are operational entities within the realms of the sub-conscious.”
“And schizophrenia, the split mind,” I nodded as I recalled the conversations, “occurs when the normal moderators of the mind break down, allowing sub-conscious thought to bleed into prime consciousness. Leading to the peculiar phenomena where there is no fixed perception of self.”
“…and if you ever want to meet anyone who is truly insane,” my other cat reminded me with a demonic grin, “go speak to a writer…”
