I’m pretty sure that I’ve been involved in a catastrophic accident, a memory-stealing head injury that has altered my reality, blurred my perception and stimulated my hallucinogenic, runaway dream state, wherein I’ve too often dabbled in escapist reimagining of otherwise unacceptable social, political or generally abhorrent human behavior and yet, this time, the previously calming intrinsic understanding of the dividing line between “my version” and “the other version” is not visible, leaving me woefully perplexed and uncharacteristically terrified, as nothing, (thanks a lot, Nostradamus), could have conditioned me to accept, as reality, that the world could possibly have gone, in such rapid freefall, so completely to shit.