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June 27, 2009
In the end I always manage to forget how suffocating that house is, one on top of the other, the loving/controlling mother, the dominating father, the sons all sharing one room, no privacy. As long as we're working it's fine, but the weekend becomes unbearable, and he never shuts up, the neurotic man, can't stand silences, and in the end I react like his sons, clam up, close up, create a space at least in my head where no-one can enter. Material circumstances matter so little in the end, if you're head is not in the right place.