Macro Delirium

I have an allergy induced cold and I am miserable.

This guy was on my bedroom ceiling. I wasn’t sure if he was real or a fever induced apparition, but the camera doesn’t lie. Maybe I should try and re-read Naked Lunch. It would probably make sense now.

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