Korridorium

♫ The Wee Small Voices ♫

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I enter the cor­ri­dor, and as hoped, silence sur­rounds me. This is the only place in the insti­tu­tion where the voices in my head fall silent. They always start screech­ing some­thing awful the moment I head this way. “Don’t do it!” – “Loser­loser­loser­loser.” – “Do you want to kill us all? Run­ning into your doom with your eyes wide open?!” – “NonononoNO!” – “What are you try­ing to prove, huh?” – “Oh, please don’t, be rea­son­able, you don’t even know what you’re doing!” – “Peo­ple think break­fast is easy!” – “Don’t run away now, it was just get­ting cozy.” – “Yes, just go. Just go! Out of the direct sun­light… You’ll see! You’ll be ter­ri­bly lonely and sooner or later you’ll go crazy! Crazy, do you hear? Crazy!” – “You’re evil, evilevil, you are evilevilevilevil!”

Now it’s quiet in my head. No scream­ing chil­dren, no whis­per­ing old women,no drill sergeant with his rasp­ing tone of com­mand, no deaf­en­ing non­sense col­orat­uras from the soprano, no “dear Nia” yearn­ing for a night of love with me, no mis­an­thropic sophist bad­ger­ing me with his dia­bol­i­cal, mer­ci­less logic…

It’s quiet.

Not the slight­est whis­per.

Silence.

Almost a bit eerie.

It makes me feel com­pletely strange. I quickly head back to the TV room.

Cor­ri­dor of Voices: