If any living being could be considered
hermetically sealed, a seal so tight it sets
him apart, aloof, untouchable by emotions
a sense of community, nothing piques his
interest, a blank slate of social immunity
retired into himself, disinterested in others
unwilling to engage, the ultimate retreat from
the world at large. A sadly unique tabula rasa.
That the man is a sociopath is evident enough
that the woman who wed him, bore their children
still obeys his orders from her perspective as
a rational, cheerful human being who carries on
with a remote engagement where minds never
meet is the mystery. As a curious onlooker
my mind delves into the peculiarities of human
nature and his is one that teeters on the razor's edge
of sanity. This can be deduced by the extraordinarily
furtively desperate measures he takes to avoid
human contact. His father was a likeable man
his mother cold and politely remote. His sister
dysfunctional and himself what he is. There is
a daughter whose personality is a genial clone
of her mother, a son, his father's image. My
neighbours the past thirty years, obliquely
observed from my close spectator's perch.
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