Half Gone

Again, my photo from the "A Few Days One Summer" series colorized with an overlay.  I think it's Groovy and gets us away from the controversies of the past couple days, though I must say, it is something that the Freud painting drew no ire but the A.I. image did.  Selavy.  

I read an article about people who spontaneously produce alcohol in the gut and become drunk.  It is called ABS syndrome (link).  It seems almost a superpower.  It made me think of the condition where people just suddenly burst into flames, spontaneous human combustion.  I was dismayed to find that there is no science behind that idea, that it is pseudoscience.  There is, however, the Wick Effect where people's body fat melts and they will burn like a candle for hours.  

I would like for RFK jr. to weigh in on this.  I'm sure he has some ideas.  

I've been dreaming crazy shit the past few nights.  A girl I know has been in a few.  They seem too real, and when I wake up, I am dazed and confused.  These dreams haunt my waking hours.  

I've lost track of time.  I can't believe we are more than halfway through this year.  I have done nothing but prepare meals and medications and cleaned up after.  The year is just disappearing like sand through a giant sieve.  

"What day is it?"

"I'm not sure."

"Look on your phone."

"It's Sunday."

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know.  Maybe we should have mimosas."

"Let me look. . . yea. . . we have everything."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Who are you talking to?"

"You, I guess.  It's your story.  You're writing it."

"I guess we can have mimosas, then.  I can't think of anything else."

"O.K.  Let's have mimosas."