My latest medication is just the prettiest shade: the same as my car, my slippers from Nepal, my shirt from Costco and my eyes from my English grandfather. Jill thought I should take a picture.
Now that you see me, you can see the impossibility of my writing for a while longer.
Several weeks ago I wrote a very little, very dark, three-paragraph essay about the state I’m in. It’s perhaps too revealing to put here. What do you think?