Somehow, in my psychosis, Howard, whom I’ve never heard speak, unless it’s your brother, is trying to “predict my next move.” Act as if he’s completely “figured me out.”
I have nothing to hide, in fact I’d argue that I’ve hid nothing.
In the background there’s some substitute for your voice, telling Howard you’ve chosen him, that he’s what you want, etc etc and all the things that come with those musings.
I’m not sure how to proceed, other than to do what I should continue to do.
I know the reality that’s in front of me, and how to deal with that, and push on with that, much like you have that man, Howard, and I suppose also your child to deal with, and whatever comes with your life on the other side of the world.
Logically that all makes sense, but nothing seems logical about these voices.