i’m back in LA on an overnight trip for a reading in little tokyo. walking through LAX is always so confusing because i can’t tell whether im coming or leaving home. there are times when i’m at the airport, any airport, when my brain gets scrambled, memories
it was a sunday. it was a friday. there was a wednesday too, i’m sure. it could have been any day of the week because people seemed to gather any and every day of the week for church. i was 7. i was 6. maybe 9. because the fact
the MRI came back clean. the EEG says i've been having seizures and the seizures are what causes the hallucinations.