Yes, it’s a nightmare, but it’s my nightmare. It’s my childhood. The paucity of imagination that went into my surroundings. The braindead were in charge.
Television was no comfort.
No hanky panky could change the essential blandness
Only contact with nature might provide the needed spark
Certainly nothing man-made could provide any real inspiration
And this man would show up in your room asking you how you felt. “I Want to Die!” would not be something he wanted to hear.