As I deleted the email, I said to the person I don't even know, "Eff you sucka!" And then I laughed to myself. Sometimes I make myself laugh. And it is those times that I am glad I am the only one in the room.
Today was not so bad.
The noise became a field of light that flickered green and sloshed all around the room like a strange suspended liquid. And as I drifted off to sleep it stayed shimmering in my head, and I was at ease. Warmth and glow and imagined light and noise put me into steady hibernation. Half an hour past. I awoke with a dry mouth and a slight headache. But I was at ease.
All that fuss was certainly foolish. But not a waste. Experience is experience whether good or bad.
Aspirin would be a good choice right now.
You were right, Descartes. You can't trust shit. You should have said that right in your book, Descartes, you should have said, "You can't trust shit". Instead of something to do with matter being uncertain and corporeal things not being positively real, and that the only thing you could trust is the fact that you are a thinking mind and that there is a god. And those we can't even trust anymore, what with all these new crazy theories and contraptions, right? I would have understood Descartes, I would have understood. You're still a cool cat, man. You're a cool cat. From way back.
-The Piece
