I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.
If drugs really numb your consciousness, they'd be a good thing. As it was, they slowed you down, confused you, kept you vulnerable to violent flashes of recall, and then agitated you and made you unsure of what you knew and didn't know.
You cannot conceive of the magnitude of this mystery. He spoke in a confidential whisper. You cannot conceive of this complexity. He was saying these words as if he'd just discovered them. He wept. I swear it. He wept.