It was four or five am. I was at Denny's, eating breakfast or reading the New York Times or reading a book or writing in a journal when I checked my gmail, and noticed some emails that were in archives--had been switched to my inbox.
That was the beginning. It started small.
When I wake up, I can't remember the rest. But I start the day, every morning, the same way. Thinking about this. HOw it started.
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