This evening, there was one of those moments when something almost clicks in my mind- some scent or flavor or perhaps a turning of the air induces almost the right combination of brain chemicals to make me imagine that something remarkable is about to happen, that perhaps I will discover something very important which will reveal some mystery I didn't even know existed. These events are like little, stillborn epiphanies, and they always leave me feeling as though, if my brain were just a little bit more screwed up than it is, I'd be able to imagine that I knew the answer to everything. It's an oddly pleasurable sensation while it's happening, but the aftermath is always a bit depressing, like having a lottery ticket that's one number off from being a winner. My hypochondria tells me it's probably an electro-chemical brain dysfunction, and someday it will kill me. My hypochondria has no romance.
Illusions
This evening, there was one of those moments when something almost clicks in my mind- some scent or flavor or perhaps a turning of the air induces almost the right combination of brain chemicals to make me imagine that something remarkable is about to happen, that perhaps I will discover something very important which will reveal some mystery I didn't even know existed. These events are like little, stillborn epiphanies, and they always leave me feeling as though, if my brain were just a little bit more screwed up than it is, I'd be able to imagine that I knew the answer to everything. It's an oddly pleasurable sensation while it's happening, but the aftermath is always a bit depressing, like having a lottery ticket that's one number off from being a winner. My hypochondria tells me it's probably an electro-chemical brain dysfunction, and someday it will kill me. My hypochondria has no romance.
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