MADISON
Destabilizing attraction
I get up, not having been able to sleep well these past few days. Since the accident, I’ve probably been developing a form of weather pains, or my brain is perhaps irreparably damaged and altered my sleeping patterns.
Under guidance, things are much better: I remember the commitments and recommendations I’ve been given since coming here. Even Dr. Meyer is saying it’s better, even though this is no comfort to me at all.
God, Chris! As often happens, I need a few moments to process the last information I remember which, after the temporary catch, is safely stored in the healthy part of my brain.
Chris is not in the room. I look for him all over, because the images I’ve got of him from days gone by make him out to be a lunatic who’s not holding the re
