It’s also overtly a document on the America of the time, with the insane-asylum-as-microcosm of society theme writ large; at several junctures, patients deliver long speeches that are more social commentary than characterization, and often the symptoms of their illnesses are themselves not-so...
What has stopped me is that there’s no way to say what I’m thinking right now without veering into someplace I (we) really shouldn’t go. I’m standing here in the middle of this asylum because the lunatics decided to dance in what used to be MY space, and there’s nowhere else...