That’s THEPRIS6NER for you, it plays with the mind. The first series
might be less of a psychological problem, but it has played with the mind these
past 48 years, and in all probability, looks likely to go on for a good many
years to come.
Psychologically, I used to think of The Village, to put it in my mind, which wasn’t that difficult, as there was a time when Portmeirion was hardly out of my mind. I would try to use my subconscious to try and will myself to The Village. I even wondered that if I were in a room in Portmeirion, and seeing as the outside in the late 1980’s had not changed that much from the 1960’s, and that if the décor of a room was not that different from then, and the 1960’s, perhaps I could will myself back to when ‘the Prisoner’ was being filmed in Portmeiron. Not physically, but in my subconscious mind. I once tried, I fixed my mind on ‘the Prisoner’ whilst staying in Portmeirion for the first time. But it didn’t work. There must have been something in Lower Trinity in the 1980’s which wasn’t there in the 1960’s, which stopped me. And then again, when I sat there one evening watching an episode of ‘the Prisoner’ on Portmeiron’s own video channel as the Prisoner was crossing the Piazza. Then I looked out of the window, it seemed almost as though I would be able to see him physically doing this. It was an uncanny feeling at the time.
Psychologically, I used to think of The Village, to put it in my mind, which wasn’t that difficult, as there was a time when Portmeirion was hardly out of my mind. I would try to use my subconscious to try and will myself to The Village. I even wondered that if I were in a room in Portmeirion, and seeing as the outside in the late 1980’s had not changed that much from the 1960’s, and that if the décor of a room was not that different from then, and the 1960’s, perhaps I could will myself back to when ‘the Prisoner’ was being filmed in Portmeiron. Not physically, but in my subconscious mind. I once tried, I fixed my mind on ‘the Prisoner’ whilst staying in Portmeirion for the first time. But it didn’t work. There must have been something in Lower Trinity in the 1980’s which wasn’t there in the 1960’s, which stopped me. And then again, when I sat there one evening watching an episode of ‘the Prisoner’ on Portmeiron’s own video channel as the Prisoner was crossing the Piazza. Then I looked out of the window, it seemed almost as though I would be able to see him physically doing this. It was an uncanny feeling at the time.
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