I have a
wound on the back of my head (golf injury) and bits of food ooze out of it. The
food is pinkish red and tastes like bubble gum and ketchup and it’s packed with
energy. After I eat a few of the little pink morsels I want to go outside and
run around. I don’t think eating it is healthy but I can’t help myself. I dig
the morsels out of the wound with a pencil (#2). The hole produces more and
more. I’ve begun to freeze the excess in plastic bags. I don’t think it’s brain
matter but it’s tied into the brain somehow because my memories are growing
blurred and indistinct. I have forgotten my Aunt Rae entirely and must construct
new memories using photographs and the testimony of my family. It’s too bad
because I’m told I really loved Aunt Rae.
