Mad House
Imagine a hollow tomato seed filled with the day’s light.
Not possible?
How about a woman locking herself in a cupboard for ten days
just to see what death would be like?
The truth is…
When the lights go out at nine o’clock, Robby bangs his skull against the wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang! On and on as the clock sheds the sound of used seconds.
The truth is…
When he was six, his father smashed his mother’s brains out whilst Robby listened from
the next room. He says he remembers being led out of the house by the Police and looking
inside the room as he passed. He descibed the wallpaper as having lots of little pink and
yellow flowers all over it; the next thing he recalls, his mother lay in a field of poppies.
Death can be so artistic, don’t you think?
The truth is…
See fat Colin over there? Bald. Scarred scalp. Eyes like gob-stoppers. Those scars
denote the four corners of his mind; logic; perception; compassion; the subconscious.
Watch him with his mug of steaming hot tea. He doesn’t see what you or I see.
The truth is…
He sees the spirits of snakes mysteriously writhe towards inward breathing.
As each one disappears, a new one is born. He wants to drink them quickly
before they escape, before they become something that Colin will never be... free.
The truth is…
During the hours of darkness, if you listen carefully, I mean really carefully,
you can hear him whisper to the children; always the dead ones, never the
ones that got away. Just like the snakes, maybe one day they'll kill each other
inside his brain... or my brain… or…
The truth is…
...even your brain. It can happen, believe me. This place can make people do
really bad things, even if you later regret it. Remember I told you about that
woman locking herself in the cupboard for ten days…
The truth is…
Not possible?
How about a woman locking herself in a cupboard for ten days
just to see what death would be like?
The truth is…
When the lights go out at nine o’clock, Robby bangs his skull against the wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang! On and on as the clock sheds the sound of used seconds.
The truth is…
When he was six, his father smashed his mother’s brains out whilst Robby listened from
the next room. He says he remembers being led out of the house by the Police and looking
inside the room as he passed. He descibed the wallpaper as having lots of little pink and
yellow flowers all over it; the next thing he recalls, his mother lay in a field of poppies.
Death can be so artistic, don’t you think?
The truth is…
See fat Colin over there? Bald. Scarred scalp. Eyes like gob-stoppers. Those scars
denote the four corners of his mind; logic; perception; compassion; the subconscious.
Watch him with his mug of steaming hot tea. He doesn’t see what you or I see.
The truth is…
He sees the spirits of snakes mysteriously writhe towards inward breathing.
As each one disappears, a new one is born. He wants to drink them quickly
before they escape, before they become something that Colin will never be... free.
The truth is…
During the hours of darkness, if you listen carefully, I mean really carefully,
you can hear him whisper to the children; always the dead ones, never the
ones that got away. Just like the snakes, maybe one day they'll kill each other
inside his brain... or my brain… or…
The truth is…
...even your brain. It can happen, believe me. This place can make people do
really bad things, even if you later regret it. Remember I told you about that
woman locking herself in the cupboard for ten days…
The truth is…
