Tonight I feel anxieties of old coming back after three cups of coffee. All substances affect me in this way — that is all except for alcohol.
But now, it is as it was before. The veil is lifted. The veil which lies behind my eyes, scrunched in folded crevices and forced into my sockets, delicately peeking around my eyeballs like flower petals so that my pupils are nothing more than pollen that can be blown away. It has been removed, rather unexpectedly, and not without pain.
