That being said, I have over-indulged. I've given myself over to it. Completely.

In all this heat, this false Summer, I may have brain damage.

Now, how to convince myself that the words of others aren't secret messages waiting to be cracked, decoded. Or that something bad isn't going to happen.

And how ridiculous it is of me to imagine that cosmic telegrams exist. Everytime I've followed my gut, my heart, I've been proven foolish and humiliated.

Not that that's stopped me. Or ever will.