I imagine that from time to time you have to engage in argument with the modernists, so I am copying you into an email I have just sent to a hypnotherapist, which might demonstrate to these people how it feels to be me [and probably how it feels to be the Prince of Wales].
Dear Corinna
I would like to book a session to deal with my inability to deal with the modernist built environment.
I have lived with this issue since I was seven years old [i.e.1958], and it has ranged from mild dislike of tower blocks to full-on phobia around anything not architecturally traditional. I had major colonic surgery in 2008 and in the aftermath my modernist phobia returned at panic level. The panic has subsided and it is now just a background depression sometimes almost absent, sometimes very painful, plus a conviction that life is not really worth living on this planet any more.
I don't want to learn to love modernism, any more than I want to learn to love vivisection or third world poverty. What I want is to be able to function on a day-to-day basis without visual suffering: I want to be able to love the traditional stuff I already love, without accompanying sadness, and contemplate the stuff I don't like [and don't approve of] with serene indifference.
Do you think you can help me achieve this?
Best Wishes
John Davison
