Marginalised by Multiple Sclerosis
Here is a hypnagogic image to end all hypnagogic images:
For a while I was training a young Chinese woman who drove a brand new, bright yellow VW which she parked up the drive. One morning I woke with the image of her car in my mind. At first, because my legs had been misbehaving so that I was waking with them bent, not straight, I thought that the shape of the mud guard was duplicating the shape of my legs. Then I remembered Kafka’s Metamorphosis in which Gregor Samsa wakes one morning to discover that he has been turned into a giant dung beetle. Helpless and marginalised by a hostile political environment. I also lay on my back, cast, helpless, dependent and marginalised by a hostile illness. I had become the beetle.