Glowing.

Lights have been glowing. Signs on buildings at night especially. Going to the grocery store is like being at a theme park on acid. People's faces are often monstrous. Misshapen and scary. Their hair is too big, their faces melty, and they all look at me. I'm scared when I am in public, jumping if there are sudden movements near me. I cant my body away from people if I have to pass them, look at the ground so I don't have to see their scary faces. Lights are so bright I squint and squint. I wear a hat in my living room so the light doesn't hurt my eyes.

The grass was glowing today, as were the leaves on trees. So pretty, every leaf, every blade of grass clearly delineated, while also looking to be part of a painting. One of those hyper-realism paintings that always freak me out anyway.

There is a herd of horses galloping in my chest, going nowhere because they are tethered to the unmoving mountain that is me.

I cried in front of three different people at city hall about a parking ticket.

These are all signs that a mighty big catastrophe is heading my way.

The horsemen of my own apocalypse.