“As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.”
“If I have not lost my mind I can sometimes hear it preparing to defect”
“There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.”
“Out of everything I've lost, I miss my mind the most!”
“My mind is quiet now. There is no fire or ash, no sulfur or shattering glass. Only silence, empty and cold.”
“Would you mind repeating that? I'm afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I've longed to hear.”