And she's stone sober, none of these influences to blame. How can she explain the blueness, subtle, not quite lumbering on her, more like the heaviness of a grasshopper on her arm, though, a million grasshoppers, which is very different than one. One she could handle but it is the sheer scope of all of them at once that is challenging. Some people feel it more like a lead coat but for her it isn’t that massive. It is more like a shawl spun of silk yet laced with despondency. Sometimes she just cries and it comes from somewhere deep, so deep I wonder if its location is in another universe, another lifetime.
