Blur
"I can do absolutely terrible things to myself in the name of researching fiction authenticity, right? I hope so. Jesus. The scars burn hot as fuck while they heal, and they look like rusty liquid barbed wire sprayed over frayed shoe laces. Human beings are infinitely amazing, but i could do without the mental processes burning away. Load another pill, and keep god damned writing before the firewalls ice out.
"Keep still, keep calm. Fingers shaking. Dimensionless quantity, focus. One. One. Bleed through the lithium cells, the dreary shock of prime-time. Feller’s voice through the time-haze: “Activate and load your pills. Focus on the number.'"