Without a close relationship to our sense of humanity. From having a genuine trust in the closeness, warmth and orientation that derives from our connection to it. That self-organizing psychic structure that exists within us. Between us and others that we share in various forms as witnesses of what it is to be human. We cannot then perceive that we are the extension of the constant pollution that the world in this sense constitutes within us as an ongoing deformation of the relationship that its influence has on our inner person and our psychic reflection. It’s like a layer of superficial insanity. Of human trauma and hardship. A crazy flow of broken relationships to our personal inner contexts, and a constant influence of jumbled identities out of touch with the individuality of our inner person. A completely urban layer. We don’t see each other as something in its own right, in the psychic consciousness we are in together. We even believe that they are us in our own relationship to ourselves. In our own personal realization of raw, unprocessed psychic entrails. We constantly confuse ourselves with others and it destroys our relationships from the inside out. We end up in a garbage heap of our own doubts, discontent, transferred demands, and painful miscalculations. Intermingled with others’. And we blame others for what we do to ourselves. But by paying attention to this layer within us we personally experience that we have to painstakingly relearn what that means to us, and re-experiencing within ourselves what it is really like to be human again in relation to the harm caused to us by the ignorance of what this layer creates in us and how it is induced by people around us. This urban layer is a layer almost without human content. Completely emptied of the within in the without, and with a view of life where we no longer pay attention to the fact that we do not allow ourselves to be influenced or draw attention to how anything else influences us personally in a reciprocal way. We do not refer to it as a personal attachment that has its own reflection in us. With our counterpart to our inner conversation. To the person we are within. Like that is our psychic consciousness. That its absence is a shared madness. A deformation of humanity.