The symbolism from your dream about swimming, said the doctor, is about your fear of swimming.
Okay, not the other thing?
That’s the end of our time for today.
He often felt that he was swimming with his eyes open, blurred by chlorine: He wasn’t going to let the other thing get to him – he had been around a while – it had to be something more serious to affect him – he had to be himself.
You’re looking good, said his friend.
You seem like you’re doing really well.
After the other thing happened, he visited a pool where the water seemed on the purpler side of blue. Unable to convince himself to plunge, he left. Other times, recent times, he was convinced that he could see colour in his tap-water. He ordered cases of bottled water. He tried swimming in the canal, after dark, when the water is black, and, anonymous, he felt like himself.