Patrick Pierre Letters to My Lover from Behind Asylum Walls by Robin Sinclair, Cosmographia, 2018 Reviewed by Scott Neuffer As a Bipolar I individual, now treated, I often recall my visits to the state psychiatric ward, the phantasmagoric experience of losing one’s mind. It’s hard to describe to people who’ve never been through it. It’s like your subconscious vomits, a purge of the soul, and you bend to the force of your own hallucinations. The objective world waits on the p

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