The ditch separating illness from affliction…is bridged by madness…

Color drained away in a monochromatic assault upon my perception. The great tragedy lay in the fact that it was my mind mounting the assault. And it isn’t the sadness or the madness which pierces the deepest, it’s the regret. The regret that the inertial nature of all that unhinges a man is not daunted … More The ditch separating illness from affliction…is bridged by madness…

My Inner Child

I was about 7 or 8 years old when I first discovered Robin Williams, the frenetic, coke driven, cartoonish manchild that made me laugh, even when I had no damn idea what he was talking about.