On The Other Side Of The Wall
As most people who are acquainted with me know, I am a little nutty and somewhat eccentric. So to open this post… What is on the other side of the wall?
Even as a child my overactive and ponderous imagination was always at work on something. One of those thoughts was precisely as to what was on the other side of the wall.
The walls that faced the exterior of the house and who or what was on the other side? The walls that faced the interior. Once we are in a room, psychologically, we have blocked out the world with the four walls. My reality was different however. The world continued and existed outside of the four walls.
So my imagination would see beyond the walls. I knew that the one wall, against which my headboard rested, was a dividing wall between my bedroom and the lounge. When I lay in bed at night, was someone on the other side? Had they gotten up to go to the kitchen for something to drink? Was there indeed a burglar busy ransacking the lounge while I lay in bed on this side of the wall?
When staying in a strange room or even a hotel, the mind wonders as to what is happening in the rooms adjacent. Sometimes the walls are thin and things that should not be heard simply add to the active imagination. What about the paranoia of one way mirrors? All fascinating!
I suspect most people have these thoughts to some extent. I am well aware that some of these childhood thoughts stemmed from lack of security and emotional unease.
As a hypothesis, it is still an interesting thought to think beyond the four walls. Perhaps the very four walls that we think protect us really make us isolated and vulnerable.
