I heard someone say that some people does not have a inner voice in their heads. That shocked me. The inner voice that speaks to me, my voice, is vital to my happiness and comfort. It tells me the Ingalill story, the tale that is created just for me, it structures my experiences and explain them. It speaks my logic, which sometimes don´t compares with the official outer world logic at all. The outer world has quite strict rules: the reality must be something we all can agree upon. This consensus bind us to each other, but can be misused. Think about the frames of christianity in its negative aspects, or communism. You cannot, or should not press your own world view upon others, but it is done all the time.
Fantasy literature do not have so rigid bonds. It can write about the world as you think it should be, or fear it could be. I find fantasy to be a road to freedom. The only borders are my own limit.
In the Inner Monster I´ll try to describe the loss of trust. What makes some people to become monsters in the eye of society? Fritzl, Bundy, Mengele, sometime they must have had a choice to become something other than sadists. What stories did they tell themselves? Were there any stories at all?
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