[In a nutshell, I am just blue.
In a neutral nutshell, I am having a moodswing.
In a rational nutshell, I am morbid because my fever is screwing up my brain.
In a Dionysian nutshell? Haha. May chaos reign.]

[And yet the range of what I feel is limited by the range of what I write and know. For the limit of my thoughts are the limits of my words.]


[This is my first conscious act of self-censorship.]