Author: Jean Faux
I wonder if I have a little door that opens up at the back of my head. It wouldn’t have a handle. It would be one of those doors that you push in the right place and it softly springs open.
If it opened I wonder what someone would see. Perhaps there’s a brain there, soft and pink to the touch. Or maybe someone would peer in and it would just be darkness. They might call in, “Hello!” and it would echo off the inside of my skull and find its way back out through that little doorway. Or maybe there’s a little man sitting in there on a stool and he’s doing all the thinking for me. It would be lonely, except he would live through me. He would make all my decisions and control all my actions. He would know all my secrets, our secrets. Or would they be his secrets? What if he’s keeping things from me? That might be a burden.
I think what would worry him the most though, is the thought that he has a little door in the back of his head.