Your skin is prickly from fatigue and pain and there is a hissing in your ears. Time passes and the pills are taking hold like a glowing white planet coming into view. A reverse eclipse. And you watch with your eyes closed. The white planet is half exposed, it grips your heart in its light and seems to be pulling you forward and now you feel that you are falling. You are awake but dreaming. "The earth is not beautiful but the universe is," you say.

I saw my bulky person in the windows of the passing storefronts and wondered, when will that man there find himself to be loved?

Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.

Work will drive you crazy if you let it.

Returning his pen to its holder, he told us, 'I will have him gutted with that scythe. I will hang him by his own intestines.' At this piece of dramatic exposition, I could not hep but roll my eyes. A length of intestines would not carry the weight of a child, much less a full grown man.

...things I had come to find humor in would make your honest man swoon.

Why were you feeling low? Why does anyone? It creeps up on you from time to time.