I imagine if one were to go insane, they really wouldn’t know it. So, maybe I’m already there. If so, I thought that it would look somewhat different… flying strawberries with overbites singing Louis Armstrong songs while the dancing grapes play trumpets in bowls of pistachio pudding. I’m not seeing any of that.
I’m not here to romanticize or trivialize mental illness in any way, shape or form. I just thought that was what it was going to be.
You all would let a squirrel know if I was insane, wouldn’t you?
Wouldn’t you?
Wouldn’t you?
WOULDN’T YOU?!
Yeah, you would.
