Barefoot down Baker Street. There is something terrifying... (№ 466316)

There is something terrifying about surrendering to the power of another person. Come to terms with him being next to you and realize that you will never know what is going on in his skull. Most people are so accustomed to conforming to public expectations that they act a decent role in public with frightening naturalness, while behind closed doors or in private they do the diametrically opposite. It turns out that it all comes down to the skill of the other person. How virtuoso he is in what he wants to show. This, it seems to me, is the stumbling block: someone else’s soul is always in the dark. You just have to believe that with you, he won’t lose his stopcock. Or the person will not want, perhaps even unconsciously, to take it out on you for all his disappointments. Communication, contact with others is like Russian roulette: most often the chambers are empty and you only hear a click, but at the same time you know that that same fatal cartridge is rotating inside the drum. And you wonder when the shot will ring out.