On the thin ice of modern life

It was sometime in 1982 that we went to see “The Wall.” Enhanced perception brought the film to life. Without getting into too many details, one of the people I attended with became the protagonist that day and has remained trapped; scared and cringing in a dark corner, shadowed by the wall. While my night ended having a couple beers with friends, his concluded atop a table in a police station, raging like the Bob Geldof character destroying a hotel room, as four of a kind armed public servants struggled to quell the madness. It ended with a stage dive attempt at the difficult 3-6-7-10 spare combination.

At the time I didn’t see the strong relation between the human and the fiction, but I do now. [He just called at 6:30AM and out of nowhere mentioned “The Wall” he brought up in “group” last night and the feeling of being cradled by it all these years…] If only the violent swings of up and down had been examined then… 25 years of pain, darkness and destruction might have been avoided, or at least lessened. Now there’s finally acknowledgment and acceptance. Add words and modern chemistry to that and we have hope.