They say that in dreams the basement
represents the deep psyche. The long buried,
stuffed away, most feared, terrible untouchablesÂ
of our Selves. The place from which nightmares emerge.
Well. I have torn into my horrifying basement with
reckless abandon of late. Ripped apart damp
rotting shelves in whose depths lurked
God knows what. Sucked miles of spiderÂ
webs into the maw of my vacuum cleaner.
Swept up piles of dirt and dust. Carried out
boxes and bags of useless or abandoned junk,Â
the detritus of my sons’ childhoods and my ownÂ
poorly executed home improvements. Â
Soon, look! I will be innocent again.
