Lovely, Dark and Deep…

Into the deep woods…

Read After Burnout

If my memory was correct, the woods represented primeval concerns of savagery and the struggle for survival. Forests were the haunt of thieves and witches, their hidden depths providing the ideal hiding place for the darker side in which mankind could secrete itself. I was in the land of literary psychoanalysis and for once, in this dream, I felt that I had a puzzle to solve. And silly as it seems, the thought of doing something other than sitting for endless hours in a bed that was attached to a ward that was rudderless in time, appealed to me. I had a literary task to fulfil and I seized upon it.

Although not a fairy tale, Hercules had twelve of these to perform. However, Hercules was born into such things where as I had only gone out for a Sunday morning cycle. I suspected that I would have to perform…

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