Fall 2010 (?)

It was so hazy. Oh, my head, so hazy. I felt like my atoms were melting off a me, little bits in a trickle like sand. I couldn't think, at least not properly; weird fragments, words and such, kept bubbling up in front of my head, keeping me from focusing on anything, not een them. "Life in the time of cholera," they said. "Agatha Christie, Agatha Christie, Agatha Christie." Why her? Where is all this coming from? Neurons, probably. You know, random firings of synapses in my brain, electricity going from neuron to dendrite to neuron then axon and back again. Madness. But evolutionarily favored madness.