Nowadays I feel outrageously human.

Read an article yesterday about the fact that physics hasn’t shown much progress in the past decade; still married to the standard model. Nobel prize winners obliterate some string-theorists by proving that there aren’t 9-11 different dimensions. May be multiverses but parallel universes? Doubtful.

What makes me feel human? This glorious process of dying! I’m bedridden, now. When my brain lacks oxygen I feel high. When I’m pain-medicated I feel high. Most of the day I’m more idiotic than not.

Very nice hospice nurses. They attend to my all-too-human functions that remain.