Regression

Go back eight years; you're sixteen... What do you see? What do you

feel? A classroom..Yes..and what are they whispering? They're whispering

about you? Why? Laughing, no, no, go back eight years. You're eight,

where are you? In your bedroom? Yes, in your bedroom. Shadows? Shadows

touching you, your head forced to one side. Tell me about the black dog

and tell me ... no, no, go back eight years. What do you see? What do you

feel? And you don't want the white light, why? Why? No, no, go back a

hundred, two hundred...FIVE hundred years. What do you see? What do you

feel? Your hands are tied, yes, and they're throwing things. Fire,

you're burning, you're burning. No, go back a thousand...A million

years. What do you see? What do you feel? Nothing, nothing at all.

Tell me, is it better that way?