I talk with the unseen more then seen these days.  I see people that I have never met in my life in my dreams more persistently.  I hear enough horror stories, and when I am in lots of pain, I start getting radio head loopy.

In the surreal way, you get up and you function daily because, you have to, or figure you have to do this, while living with this other remote world, that seemingly lay at one's doorstep, or maybe its PTSD in a way.  Although I could still do much in the way of mathematics, so its not like my logic centers or screwed up as a result of any of this, and generally you realize a writer like Carroll was a logician...absurdity a brief vacation from this?!  Or something else?!



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