I need a ‘Closed for Renovation’ sign on my head. A huge one. There is a desperate requirement for some mental revamping. To throw all the things lying around that don’t allow place for new ideas. To burn the memories that only hurt without teaching any lessons. To crush lingering self-doubt. To grow little sun-flowers that sway brightly and bravely and permit to dream and escape from labyrinths of habit.

And once I’m done, I need another hundred or so to strap onto other dummies like me.