I wanted to take a trip but could not leave the house. It was not going to be there when I came back or there was going to be a flood and the neighbors were going to be out there waiting for me with bats, knives, machetes to execute justice or because at night when asleep, I would end up alone in an empty white space with no walls or borders, continuously rolling, until the anxiety felt during the nightmare would be so strong, I would wake up sweating, breathless. I could not leave the house because all I had was myself as a wall to feel protected, while waiting for the next disaster. Then I played Pink Floyd's The Wall and cried.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IpYOF4Hi6Q
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