The Depths the Light Cannot Reach

Each of us carries around cloistered rooms packed tight with the remains of the past. Every so often, a door opens . . . ever so slightly, and we get a glimpse inside at the detritus of our psychic lives. All too often our reaction is to slam the door shut, and further buttress it, another lock, another chain. Sometimes we are successful, too successful, and we even forget what lurks deep in the recesses of our mind. So dark are those rooms, that we fear what we might find, rather than facing...