Visitor in the house of the inner mind
The house of the inner mind is, by its very definition, a private place. It takes great skill to look into even a single room from outside, and only those closest to us are ever welcomed inside. Which makes it somewhat unsettling to go down to the kitchen one day and discover a visitor with a pleasant smile on their face benignely looking around, just as lost as to how they got there as you are. Things don’t really improve when they ask you to show them around and by the time your mouth has formed the syllables necessary for an absolute refusal, both of you are at the end of a guided tour.