"I’m a house, it’s dark in me. 

My consciousness is a lonely light, a candle in the wind. 

It's flickering.

Sometimes here, sometimes there.

Everything else is in the shade.

Everything else is in the unconscious.

But they are there.

The other rooms.

Niches, hallways, stairways and doors.
At any time.

And anything that lives within you and wanders within you it is there.

It works and lives.

Within the house that is me.

Instincts, eros and taboos.

Forbidden thoughts.

Forbidden desires.

Memories we don't want to see in the light.

That we displaced from the light.

They dance around us in the darkness. 

They torment and poke us.

They haunt and whisper.

They scare us.

They make us sick.
They make us hysteric."

- Freud.