2005-07-28 - 8:36 a.m.

One more thing: there was an assault of lights and color, causing monkeys to screech, "Oooh!" She raised her drink and looked at me directly in the eye, and the other woman screamed at me in a rapidly moving elevator. The television erupted with absurdity, and I felt lonely on the top floor of a vast casino, looking out onto the traffic and chaos below, trying to come to terms with my disassociation from mankind. How does one cope with this, after first acknowledging the problem? Staring at a swimming pool twenty-six feet down, and watching the tiny dots swim and splash, socialize, and trying to make sense of their actions and the sounds that look like words. Perhaps this is another aspect of my descent into madness, or it could be the slow unwinding of myself, as I casually explode into bits and realize that I am not like those others.

Enough of this. I could type pretty words all day long, unceasingly, with Sublime softly blaring in my ear and degrading my sense of silence, or I could start my day. I have quite a bit of packing to do, you know.