But don’t always believe
what the eye
This television embedded in my bathroom mirror told me about an anti-psychotic supplement for your SSRI: ABILIFY.
But really, why try. Life will never be more amazing and mad than this.
Since I’ve started traveling for work, friends and family have asked me, “How is This City?” and I don’t know what to tell them. I get off a plane onto a train or a taxi straight to Hotelandia where I work, sleep and eat, outside of some modest evening exploration with colleagues to blow our expense account suppers.
The night before I left for Atlanta, Sam asked what hotel I’d be in.
“I don’t know. Probably a Hyatt or Marriott.”
The Marriott was like being in a Giger painting. Any moment the walls would eat me.