as kids we would spin, fast. Until our stomachs churned. We would stumble and catch glimpses, as the world flew by in a flurry of color and unrecognizable light. Eventually, the sickness would subside and everything would slow, fall into place. The feeling overcomes me again and it is all too familiar. I recognize it from a time when it was a choice. You only felt sick if you decided to...
How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves...– Don DeLillo (via thenakedbrowneye)