Insanity

Insanity is a slow and gradual process. It doesn't happen like you see in movies or read in books. It sneaks up on you like a cold that you thought you had remedied with some cough syrup and an aspirin. It's not the result of one event like a broken shoelace. It's not the broken shoelace that drives a man mad, but a culmination of broken shoelaces that gently guides a man into insanity. There is no "snap" that occurs which makes a person insane. It's more like a roller coaster that is headed upward on the tracks right before the big drop, when you hear that click click click as you anticipate the free fall downwards. It's when the redundancy of each day makes logic of everyday life seem illogical. It's when it becomes hard to decipher between up and down, between sense and senseless. It's an ever gathering fog where sight becomes useless and all orientation is lost. This is insanity, the point in the roller coaster right before you reach the peak of the arc and plummet downwards. It's the collection of broken shoelaces that drive a man insane. Peaces and Creases

RIP Henry Chinaski