“The flattest expanse”

The only words I remember uttering before the first infusion kicked into “peak” mode,

“The flattest expanse”

I’ve been waiting to comment on my recent ketamine infusion therapy for depression for a few important reasons, not least of which is the “nature of the beast”: that depression and psychiatric stuff in general is difficult to quantify and, in my case, has been impossible to treat until recently.…

do transition traumas make for good drama?

The traditional “scary” conceits usually contain stories of the sane going “crazy”

I’ve been told time and again that it is, in the end, not the music that sells, but the story behind who is making it; this all leads to the point.

Quite literally, who is interested in the story of the opposite process?  If you are, I’ll do what I can to deliver.  …

Bowie

Anyone who’s ever spent more than a few hours in my presence has heard me extemporize at nauseating length on the value of David Bowie’s work; for which I am unashamed: you knew of what I spake even if it annoyed you…because, honestly; most people mean little to nothing to me. ¶ I honestly question my future as an artist, after fighting for it and almost dying for it so many times I’ve lost count.…

Pebble in my shoe.

Pebble in my sneaker: I am aware you or your employer had an agenda….I retraced my steps over the last 26-28 hours, and last removed the footwear in which you had been sequestered roughly 12 hours ago, but you had not yet arrived. I removed said sneaker indoors, you were not cloistered in my shoe before this morn. You infiltrated whilst I slept, with all doors closed to preserve heat (yet the heater remained active until I woke after 8 hours.…