Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.
‘the difference between Exposure and Retreat; to be retreated into one’s corner can be a situation of personal peace, if we think of the corner as a sort of ½ box, part walls, part door, a place offering defense at the back, mobility at the front.’
