And Here In This Room, I Re-experience

When I Create Characters, I Create A World To Inhabit And They Begin To Feel Very Real For Me. I Don't Belong In A Psych Ward, I Don't Think, But They Become Very Real, Like My Own Family, And Then I Have To Say Goodbye, Close The Door, And Work On Other Things.

So Actually, There Could Be Parents-of-the-parents-of-the-parents-of-the Parents?

They Were Satisfied With Their Lives Which Had None Of The Vibrance His Own Was Taking On. And He Was Angry At Himself, That He Could Not Change That For Them.

Fear Dims When You Learn Things.

People Do Things That Turn Out Badly, Often For The Most Benevolent Of Reasons.