How was your trip?

"So how did your trip go? Holidays and such?"

"well, Im all out of morphine now, wasted my last shot after the 8 hour drive out of Ohiopyle, beautiful place by the way"

"Morphine? Surely you are being abstract? Please explain in further detail."

"No abstractions, I havnt been that creative this trip, just in aw of natural beauty. I love the east coast ascetics. But when we first drove the 22 straight hours to MA, I fooled my body, it gave up on trying to sleep. I went to many days with out any sleep, then suddenly fell to the ground, unable to move and puking. Hospital gave me to types of medication (after a day of keeping me on a drip to put me to sleep) the first gave me hives and no sleep came of it, the second was shots of morphine. I had to learn to become a junkie, to fool my body to sleep."

"This all sounds awful"

"It was"

"So it was a horrible vacation?"

"No it was great. This could have happened when ever. I was glad to see the sea. To breath fresh pine air and drive by many of pounds. I am content with my conviction that I am only but a beast, roaming the earth. But this beast is enchanted by beauty like any other. If I love places, or sceneries, they will not hurt me in return. They will not inform me of how I let them down, grow bored and weary of my existence in its light, or cause me any self loathing at all."

"Well this conversation has mad me uncomfortable. I see some of what you really are, underneath, not the shell you expose in passing by. Its raw and ugly and I would rather have no part in it. You call your self a beast, I will politely say nothing but nod as to not lie. Good day, I will avoid your eye contact in further passing byes."

"Ok, I will still enjoy who you are. I enjoy most people. But I will take your dismissing air as a lash against my pummeled image, only exaggerating my beastliness."

"Yeah, ok."