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I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that more perfectly replicates how psychosis feels. The latching onto/ascribing meaning to little details. The endless “searching…” as your brain tries to fit every real-life stimulus into its narrative of what’s REALLY going on. The background preoccupation with real, ongoing emotional difficulty…
People often imagine psychotic delusions as being entirely dependent on hallucination, people seeing and talking to fully fleshed out, convincing looking characters. But delusion doesn’t require hallucination at all. All it requires is the conviction that ordinary things are a puzzle to be solved, that there’s meaning to be made… and that you’re so close to understanding things that no one else knows.
(via thermophobia)
Our bodies in a common coffin while the seasons pass.
Source: X
FLYER ( 2011 )