Clearly Not Insanity

I’m not crazy. Just ask anyone–anyone besides my doctor. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. The man living inside the wall told me. My doctor keeps telling me that I shouldn’t be hearing these voices. Well, he should just tell the man in the wall to stop talking to me. I don’t control him.

My food talks to me, and for a while I just could not bring myself to eat anything. Not because I thought it was still alive. That’s silly. No, what the food said was extremely interesting. Nobody explains Nietzsche like a bowl of tomato soup.