Feel like a drawing of myself, maybe one of those caricatures you get at fairs, standing on Saturn with a laptop, something like that. Have done some very bad things to myself lately, each seemed necessary at the time, probably were, actually. Have been feeling quite a wreck as a result, feel like something else now, hard to say what, changes from moment to moment. Strange visions, partial detachment, perfect facility, you don't know what I am.

Really, nor do I. Something moving.