My mind doesn't belong to me anymore.
A pity really, that I can't live there now.
There goes my well.

It demeans to put into words, living inside the person of another.

Five years in a box.
He said.

A big black ridiculously inconvenient box.

Impossible to say goodbye.
Or, merely difficult. Very very difficult.
I should have run back to the car park while I could.

Five years in a box.
One year in his body.
One year and more.