this morning #1178.

this morning, though they claim to be sane, though they pinky swear that they’re okay, i beg to differ. something’s certainly changed. they’re floating but not on air. it’s more like they’re caught in the current of a rushing river, able to remain just above water but fighting & flailing as they float past. as we talked, i watched their mood shift back & forth between ecstatic & cracked through with doubt. their voice rose from soft to a shout. then there were a few sentences about the man’s plan to keep them down. they may have been quoting a movie. not sure. the ensuing rambling was unscripted though. that much i knew. for a few more minutes, i listened. they kept drifting. so did i.