A Man Called Anders

A man called Anders. He sits in his cell, not allowed to read newspapers or watch TV. The centre of his mind is the coldest place on earth…. He gives, for now, no ground for other thoughts, say, that he might have committed an unspeakable crime. His mother has forsaken him his father wishes he will have the sense to take his own life. His cell is frosty blue, those who feed him avoid eye contact. No hand reaches out to touch him, and his former friends tell us he was a big nobody. He cannot hear this he will not hear, he is the king of his own mind and mustn’t stray from his chosen path. Cosmic loneliness, if he, one day, wakes up from his slumber of self delusion and sees how grotesque he is there will be no one to embrace him and give succor.