Children of the State The schizophrenic who loved to wear red said, “All rivers fall into the nuthouse”. I can always see the places I’ve been, look I see, I see, I can see when I squint my eyes a little and fix them with my fingers.” Yes, he could, and I wished I could see them, too. What I thought about was whether, once I completed the essential adjustments with my eyes and my fingers, if my memories could turn into electrical signals and come alive in front of my eyes like a TV screen. Maybe my friend who...
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