I wonder if this story is ALSO about M. (The Lyme Disease Guy with Blue)
Or about T (The Machine), Imaginary Friend.
Because when you ask someone about the edges of their sanity, you are bound to find some unsettling pieces.
M is alone, the ice cream , the accident, the toothbrush.
T is so uptight, so serious, but he can laugh. There is a crack in there somewhere.
Or about T (The Machine), Imaginary Friend.
Because when you ask someone about the edges of their sanity, you are bound to find some unsettling pieces.
M is alone, the ice cream , the accident, the toothbrush.
T is so uptight, so serious, but he can laugh. There is a crack in there somewhere.
