“I am a prisoner in this house, which seems full of mad people. More I know not; and nothing do I understand.” — From “The Sire de Malétroit’s Door” by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Is that man looking at me?
Why is he smiling?
Perhaps he wants to cut off my head.
Can you see him, too?
Maybe he isn’t real.
Maybe I should cut off my own head.
MEMOIRS FROM GREYSTONE ASYLUM, REAL OR IMAGINED.
(More vintage memoirs to come. All photos obtained from New Old Stock.)