A weird thought has been haunting me lately: the fact that I am an insect. I don’t mean this in a metaphorical way, but literally. Sometimes I am talking to someone and this thought pops up out of the blue. I imagine my insides just like the insides of a cockroach, my antennas…
The second obsessive thought I’ve been having is that my hair is breaking (as if someone had been pulling it all day long).
