A companion piece to yesterday’s shot of the medieval parapets atop the building where my shrink’s office is located.
Doesn’t this entrance just seem to say, “Come now, my son; don’t be afraid. Enter my warm and gentle embrace and share with me your troubles, for I am compassionate and caring.” Why, I can almost literally hear those words when I look at this photo … you know, if I listen carefully, and filter out the screams of the prisoners being tortured on the rack.
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It’s like a tomb, or a womb, depending on how psychodynamic he is.
It looks straight out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
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Daddy….I mean sir scratch a lot…Damn-it, where am I? Oh yea…lol…Daddy Scratches. Please tell me that someone has renovated the inside of that building? What were your initial thoughts when you pulled up to the building? Did you nestle yourself in your wife’s bosom while saying, “Please, Mommy don’t make me go in?”, your feet and arms outstretched like a cat on the verge of being plunged into a bath? Or did you just casually scroll in?
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It looks like a place that could scar you for life, leading you to require more therapy.
Aha.
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God I so want your therapist. I love that building! Too bad I’m stuck in Ohio.
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