My brain has been doing backflips for the last four days. That's the best way to describe it. It's also a little like a migraine but without the head pain. There are these flashes of disorientation and static. My days are also punctuated by bouts of weeping for no reason. I hear a beautiful piece of music, see a beautiful scene, or just think of anyone out there in pain and I can't stop it.
Why am I doing this experiment? Why rock the boat?
I'm tired of being disconnected and in monotone-tune. Maybe it's better to experience scales and chords and to sometimes be desafinado. Twenty years of medicated sanity is long enough-- it damn well should be.
Oh please just let this pass.