In the ending of Frank, the brilliant film about creativity and mental health, Michael Fassbender sings a beautifully simple song so close to nonsense: “I love your wall”.
In the last few years, I have come to love walls too. Perhaps you have a favourite one as well.
Now predominately free of the anxiety voices that used to find any break in my thoughts, but then we lower our senses to a damp squib and return to an autopilot of existence.
