November 21, 2018
I could just start typing. Thatís how it always begins. It begins with some little thing on the page. Then it starts to replicate. Each replication brings about errors and the replication begins to diversify. The words skitter across the floor and run up the walls. They cross the ceiling and race down the other side, like armies of ants. You can almost feel their little legs crawling up your arms. They crawl over your face, across your eyes, and into your hair. Somehow they get into your brain. Thatís when things start to go south. Youíre in for it.