It is incredible that I spent a mid-autumn at at a mental home. Nope, not that I have gone bonkers with lose screws, but just volunteering at the shrink home.

It shocked me that the mental patients to be pretty normal. Sure they look funny with the involute facial expressions, yet I was so pleasantly surprised on their creativity when it comes to making lanterns. It seems that they find creativity in another dimension of mind. The designs they made really put some of the saint people to shame; the untapped ingenuity stays latent underneath the warped mind.

Even some of them seems pretty natural at the mic when they are singing their favourite tune. In fact the bulk of them seems pretty happy in general. Perhaps being crazy is a buffer for sadness: a mechanism to relieve melancholy.

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It is a small world too. I actually bum into two acquaintances that I knew from separate occasions; at the mental institute: of all places. Maybe it is a sign.

Looking from the land of Mars, the Venusians looks better as time prods on