Her mind started rattling off ideas in all directions. A memory, an image, a common motion was all over analyzed; it was all let loose in her carnival of a mind. Thoughts went up and down, ideas fluttered from ride to ride, and the quintessence of her being was being depicted by a cartoon drawling. She saw everything as something new, in fact something new had captivated her. People she had known all her life looked at her as an abjured version of her self. People who had never known her looked at her as an idiosyncratic being. But she wasn’t strange, she wasn’t far off; she was mesmerized by this new idea. The one secreting her mind with words and characterizations. What use to be a blue couch was now an azure pallet, maybe one of which had been sat upon by someone of great high-standings, or one that had been accompanied by a murder- considering the redbrown stain just to the left arm. The world around her was being painted color for the first time, and once she had a taste of her new found lifestyle… she could never have enough.
-Natalie A. Chapman