Enconters

T: (looks out to audience in a "what did he just say" kind of fashion) Sorry?
S: If you exist? Do you ever question if you are really here?
T: no, not really why?
S: well each morning I get up I die a little.
T: Is that a quote from a Queen song?
S: Which?
T: Queen? ... You know? ... The world famous band?
S: Oh yeah. The one with the gay guy?
T: *sigh* .... Freddie Mercury, yes.
S: Yeah but anyway. As I was saying. When I get up in the morning I look
in the mirror.
T: And cry? Look what you're doing to me?
S: (pause) No .. I do that to assure myself that I do in fact exist.
T: Sean are you justs:
Do you know what it feels like, do you? Walking past a group of people
you have known for years and all they do is stare at you? I mean really,
they stare straight through me like there's a big gaping hole in my chest.
T: Why eh, why don't you tell me more about that? (Therapist picks up a
notepad.)
S: Well, how about this. This morning, as I was coming into BlackRock for
this session, I sat down on the train beside a mother and her baby.
T: Alright
S: And the baby made eye contact with me. He started reaching out to
touch me.
T: I see.
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