The lights

by practicalspactical

Notes from the weekend: 

Comments from another about not smiling;

The decision to eat a chemical;

The feeling and the not feeling; the way it made the music sound; the way it made me happy; the way it made me decide to accept all things, to suspend the critical faculty, and just hear each note, one after another;

The presence of others, of girls, of women, of my inborn attraction to them; and the way the drug assisted in that reptilian brain —

(an aside, my speakers on this computer are not long enough. I am listening to Bury Me  by the Smashing Pumpkins; I think back to the deposition yesterday where I maintained that witness does not mean see, that hearing counts too)

accepting it all; standing there accepting it all, like Roger Sterling;