The frame of your mind is a funny thing.
"Frame of mind" also a funny expression.
...fitting, though. *cough*
Frames can be curlicued or plain, modern or charmingly old-fashioned, sometimes very solid, sometimes willingly adjustable.
They can also be taken apart and rearranged, or put to a different, possibly better, use.
In rare cases there is no frame at all, which is rather risky for the photo, painting, collage, or, indeed, mind in question.
Don't you hate these endless comparisons used to make people get the whole picture? Actually, this is a rather bad one for the point I wanted to make.
(Feet are weird.)*
And, come to think of it, I don't think I'm going to make that point at all. It's nothing you haven't heard before, or at least something like it. Moving on.
Before I start with the actual story, I'm going to suggest a couple things, things you by no means have to take into any regard.
First, what I'd like to ask of you is to realize what you can get out of this, namely, using your imagination, instead of just seeing words on a page. Getting the "full experience" as they tend to put it so distastefully.
I also suggest you read at least part of this while traveling somewhere, whether literally or mentally, doesn't matter.
And last, don't read the ending first. If you do, all manner of demonic horror and fires of hell will engulf you and your soul, leaving you to writhe in agony forever. And ever.
Ah - and do forgive me if I keep sticking to certain ideas, phrases or mentalities, repeating them a tad too often throughout the book, but that's just because I like them so very much. (Yes, I know, lame excuse, shut up.)
*Footnote:
And hey - did you notice that I used 'your' instead of 'the' in the first sentence?
