I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses
It's one of the reasons I became a writer, to be able to smoke in peace.
Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not want to cross it again.
... now I was safe, now I was really crazy, and nobody could take me out of there.
Every window in Alcatraz has a view of San Francisco.
Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.