“Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.”
“Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.”
“I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—As if my Brain had split—I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—But could not make it fit.”
“In the thread's breadth between terror and rapture lies awareness.”
“Dude," I said, making the word a disgusted sound. "Single guys everywhere hate you. Starting with me.”
“Ah, my old friend, anxiety-throwing itself into the blender with sheer terror and embarrassment.”