Chapter 1 

I felt I was in a big playpen with rattles and mobiles and odd sounds coming in and out. There was no sense of the appropriate gesture or thought so I would break out laughing, uproariously laughing and then cry, cry and cry and yet carried shame or modesty as if all around me, in this vastness, they were laughing or judging me. And then laughter to drive it all out of me and making funny faces with my hands so I imagined myself as a monster I’d seen on TV, a man made monster with a snout for a nose.

David Eide
January 24, 2014