I'm damn glad I didn't post anything yesterday, since throughout the day I was not only bordering on the hallucinatory, I was positively saturated in it.
Strange voices from nowhere shook me from twilight noddings -- voices that were, of course, not there. Nearly as frequent were shadowy figures looming in the periphery, all of whom would vanish upon my struggling to fuller consciousness.
Most frightening -- and hallucinatory -- of all, however, was one episode of fevered delusion I shall never forget, and am damn reluctant to confess. "Maybe the Trump administration won't be so bad after all," I thought to myself in one of my semi-comatose spirals.
It was, at that very moment, when I realized just how dreadful the early stages of dementia would be -- as well as how premature my return would be. For I was some kind of sick in the head.