Fever sleep

Pictures...twirling, layering, half-exposed

I'll join in, I'll help!

What am I helping?

focus...

why don't I know what this is?

why can't I think?

I'm really insane..I'm not thinking... I can't see...I'm scared...

I'll help... I'm helping...

at Feed the Children... is that where we are? Is that sense?

I can't tell.

Somewhere, with people, busy.

the partial exposures won't line up.

The others know what we're doing.

Why do they know and I don't?

Why can't I get my senses together?

What is?

Is this grayness-blur who I am?

I awoke and knew I was in bed, and dimly realized that I live in a reality that makes so much more sense. This would fade. But it didn't want to. I couldn't shake my head clear. I took my hands and clenched my skull, and it seemed to help. And I saw it was only 1:30 a.m.

Is my brain swollen with fever?

Am I damaging it by squeezing it?

What a funny thought.

I'm squeezing the pictures into focus by squeezing my head.

I really have a fever, don't I...

there is nothing in the pictures, is there...

it's all nothingness, almost-meanings.

Stop trying to put them together...