January 15, 2007
A goggle of heat encircles my eyes. My eyebrows, combustible under the correct conditions, begin to smolder. Were it not for the water oozing from my eyes the lids would already have been toasted to chips. The firemen tasked with caring for the brain are either busy battling the virus hand-to-hand at the station house door or else have discovered the subtle pleasures of playing checkers while inhabiting a virally modified firehouse. My freshly washed and combed hair lies neatly in place. No hints given there of the inferno blazing only millimeters away on the other side of my scalp.