this morning #1070.

this morning, the sunrise seemed to stretch across my strained eyes in a way that bent reality. squished it down. twisted it like a dish rag. spit it out the other end. see here, my good man. this was no simple vision. i know this much is true. i don’t want to panic or sound manic about it but i assume that, in that moment, some slice inside me broke. a short short circuit followed by flashing lights where there were no lights. it’s probable that i’ve had myself a minor stroke. no joke. i stood frozen for sixty seconds or so. nobody passed by so nobody noticed my medical meltdown. if anyone had, they’d have seen a shell, contents spilled out. after what i saw, i’m not sure how i’ll manage to fill that shell back up.