"making toast late one night facing the kitchen bench eating for a good 5-10 minutes. Cleaned up and turned around and every single cupboard door and cutlery drawer was open. They were all closed when I went into the kitchen, and there was no way someone could have snuck in and done it because I was home alone. I also didn't hear them open the whole time I was in there. It scared the shit out of me so I froze, let it register for a few seconds, then calmly closed everything and went back to my bedroom to hide until daylight.
"I found Jesus Christ in my morning toast, and heard Satan growl through my headphones. I walked outside, saw mermaids in the sky, and then I took a drive and whizzed by a fence with a face on it only I could see. It was only a fence. Warped and discolored wood. It was only sky, only toast, only music...
But our heads are always exploding with sensation, seeking, making meaning. Always creating connections where there are none. Whose face was that, in the fence, and why do I feel like I know him? What does that say about where my mind has been wandering?