"But the effects I describe here are far from exhausting the matter: oddly enough, my imprisonment is present as well in something apparently removed from all external factors, that is, in my inner life: what I think about and what gives that inner life sustenance. Regardless of what I reflect upon, traces of the fact of my imprisonment can always be found in the perspective of those reflections and in the shading of my emotions; it is always there, a particular dimension or aspect of them, trapped inside them as if by a spell. I can't escape it even in my sleep: bizarre resonances of it filter into almost all my dreams. Nor can I escape it when I am carried away by some cultural experience, a good movie or a book; a subtle analysis of these experiences would be conclusive."
Vaclav Havel
Letters to Olga
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