• My perspective had narrowed, as if I were looking down the hallway through a viewfinder. The fluorescent lights flickered, and the walls tightened claustrophobically around me. As the walls caved in, the ceiling stretched sky-high until I felt as if I were in a cathedral. I put a hand to my chest to quell my racing heart and told myself to breathe. I wasn't frightened; it felt more like the sterile rush of looking down from the window of a hundred-story skyscraper, knowing you won't fall.
  • cold roses
  • impressed with my chutzpah
  • bewildered by my own ineptitude
  • she laughed, revealing a few charmingly crooked incisor teeth
  • walked through the tourist clusterfuck that is Times Square
  • hearing the worry in their voices made me start to rethink my laissez-faire attitude
  • accosted by the billboards' garish colors
  • enervating
  • histrionic
  • her frenetic energy was palpable
  • lobbing question after question at Stephen about the night at the hospital
  • he was animated with his closest loved ones, gesticulating wildly with his hands and laughing a contagious guffaw; with outsiders, he could be quiet and aloof, to the point of seeming rude.
  • the normally muted green of the couch grew noxiously garish
  • the ruse
  • we had exited the Holland Tunnel and were entering Chinatown, with its sidewalk fish, swarms of tourists, and fake designer bag salesmen. The whole sordid scene disgusted me.
  • barbarously nudged an elderly lady out of the way
  • flight risk
  • thrashing my arms as my mother caressed my hands, trying ineffectually to calm me
  • I was acting even more mercurial than in recent days
  • my tantrum receded
  • "labile," meaning prone to mood swings, and "tangential," meaning that I skipped from topic to topic without clear transitions
  • Capgras syndrome
  • answered caustically
  • postictal fury
  • remained disengaged, bottling up his anguish the way he always had
  • exhortations
  • invocations
  • wringing her hands, a nervous habit
  • death with interruptions - jose saramago
  • all the names - jose saramago
  • apoplectic
  • catatonic
  • agnostic
  • persona non grata
  • rhubarb
  • emotions that I once felt so profoundly, so viscerally
  • I struggled to conjure the loquaciousness that had once been a primary aspect of my personality, but in its place found a deep blankness
  • summon up breezy conversations
  • holding tightly on to an amorphous grudge against her for reasons that seem so meritless now
  • blur, residual anger from that time remained somewhere in my subconscious
  • childlike and prosaic
  • umbral
  • nebulous recollections
  • dour
  • with those conflicting feelings percolating in my mind
  • posits
  • chasm
  • placebo
  • piles of gluttonously rich, fat-encrusted French fries
  • I like to believe what Friedrich Nietzsche said: "The existence of forgetting has never been proved: we only know that some things do not come to our mind when we want them to."
  • somewhere in the recesses of my mind, waiting for the proper cues to be called back up
nov 12 2013 ∞
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