Would you like to know...
What my favourite game is?
My favourite game is…being someone else.
[Laughter]
You’re not even a little surprised are you?
Not Even A Little Bit…
Sorry for the interruption, you can have the other one back in just a moment.
I only wanted to say a little hello to you all.
But of course if she doesn't have what it takes…well you know what they say about
wanting things done right, and I’m never far.
But for a while its just you and me
And I have a little story for you.
If you’ll indulge me.
The story of ‘A House Of One’
We got the all clear, you know.
The official ‘you’re not crazy’ from the doctor.
His phrasing by the way, word for word.
We’re not sure they’re meant to be so... blunt about it.
Feels like the big C word should be taboo or something.
But what would we know?
Anyway, yes, we got the clean slip of health,
Sort of.
Sure there was some talk of other diagnoses along the way.
From benign as situational anxiety all the way to full blown schizophrenia.
But I was never that unlucky.
I’m not sure at what point exactly the doctor drew the line of ‘not crazy’
seeing as I got sent away with a fresh new label and a pretty little bottle of pills
Despite my sanity being vindicated.
And I was good, ya know?
Took my meds the way I was told to.
With the occasional slip up, I’m not perfect.
I built up to the full dosage, put the miles in.
Felt like the star pupil I did.
Then I sat on them for a while, a few years actually, and I don’t know.
Maybe they helped.
I think they did anyway.
But the silence started to…get too loud.
Sure, I was better in a lot of ways, and don’t get me wrong, I’m relieved for it.
Some of the nastier habits I had, eased up and I was a lot more stable but…
It got so quiet and so still.
I heard people say that their medication made the world bleed colour or felt like a cage
Let me tell you, I would have loved to see the world leaking all over its canvas
Or perhaps trace the cold bars of a jail cell - just to collect the dust
Just anythingto marvel at.
But there was nothing there.
The world was still pretty and bright and I didn’t feel any less free,
hell I felt like I was breathing again for the first time in a long time.
I had less secrets to keep and even though being known wasn’t exactly pleasant, at
least I didn’t have to watch what I said as much.
But...it was just me in here.
If I walked into a room there was no one there before me, there was no crowd anymore.
It was only me standing in some room, in the same house
and when I spoke up, I didn’t hear anyone answering anymore.
Was my mind playing tricks on me?
Or was it always us from the start.
Some… elaborate echo chamber I’ve convinced myself was a voice calling back?
I have no idea... all I know is that
I miss the echo.
But I’m too afraid to make the first sound and hear nothing in return
It is quiet.
And after a while that’s all there was.
The quiet and me...well almost.
The quiet, me and me and
It
was all that was left.
You know
I think I miss the screaming
When This Was A House Of Many...
[Laughter]
Its only a little story
Dont worry about it
Well it is very nice to meet you all
I think it's about time I ended my ... little 'introduction' And we had a bit of fun.
So, I think, I am going to hand back over control to the present
Lets see what we have on for today
And... if the normal one can't quite...
Get it together...
Well...
You can always ask for me back
[Laughter]
the heck did I just watch...