“My Disguise” / Memorable Fancies #2388

[“– the delusion that one is in a madhouse ­– which he in fact is in.” – Michel Foucault]

My therapist reminds me gently that I am in a madhouse. I smile, because he’s here, too. He pretends to be a therapist, while I am secretly treating him, by pretending to be mad. He smiles. I smile. He scribbles some notes, pencil on pad.

If the doctors would give me a pencil and pad, too, my disguise would be complete.

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