What I quaintly call “my world” is small, personal and private. It is essentially the same as anyone else’s world, differing only in its details. They are time-bound, these worlds. All we know is what we remember.
Row, row your boat gently downstream. Be grateful. Life is just a dream.
Each man inhabits a self-created world. The world of the depressed man is grey and pointless; the world of the angry man is loaded with tripwires and triggers. None of these worlds is permanent. They’re dream states.