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It’s been some time since last we spoke
the breathe of this blinking line…

I’ve been sick a day or two, it was strange
sickness is hardly a state of mind, I mean one could call it that, but it would do it no justice,
you see when you’re sick, it’s an alternate universe
it’s much smaller sometimes than the universe we typically call “the universe”
I like words like “foggy” and “groggy” to describe it, but, it is also something else
I suppose one must admit it is only ones perception of things that changes, but you Perception do know that, therefore in that moment Perception cannot account and adjust for such accusations.
No, it is the world that changes, everything simultaneously begins to mesh with each other, and after a certain distance for the person sick they lose color too; slip into a sort of grey.
It is as though everything carried some of the characteristic of glass when the humidity on its one side does not match the humidity of its other side. And then we’ve got all this medicine you think will get the heater blowing to dissipate the fog on your car window but no, in fact the medicine has turned the cold air on and now can’t even see through that small whole, it’s just all gone, all vision; so you go to sleep.
That’s just what they wanted you to do, sleep. Don’t move, don’t see, just sleep. Well what if I was going somewhere or had something to get done? -Well tell them you cannot because now you have to sleep. Well I could have at least done something perhaps, had I not taken this still sip of dark green tablespoons! -Shh  boy, just sleep.

This happens all throughout the night, and the day, and then you’ve lost a day entirely; as though it never were. The only thing difference is that now you owe everyone at work for not showing up