balloon two.

i am collecting. words on my wall. books. ideas.

i feel balloony. suspended in slow slow expansion. an endless inbreath of other people's thought pressing against the membranes of my mind. i cannot even breathe out yet. i wonder if i will burst. if i can withstand this self-imposed onslaught of information. if ever i will find some way of expressing this gargantuan Inexpressible which is swelling in my skull.

i saw a long-ago friend who asked if i still ate vegetarian out of economic necessity. i told her i was a vegetarian for animal rights reasons. she made a noise of vague disapproval and i ran headlong into the barriers of her Normal Universe.