[Raw honesty. She swallows after she says it, even though the meat is gone.]
I don't remember everything. It all went - strange. Like a storm in my head.
[Storms clear. And she remembers better than she usually does, even though the violence, the physiological violence, the destabilization, makes her hunch a little, scoot closer to the fire, as though she could ward off the chill of it. Normally, when she forgets, it's nothing like this: either total, leaving her clueless and clean, or after-the-fact, quiet fading into a close temporal horizon behind her when she isn't looking, a sweeping under the rug. Whatever she encountered before turning on Bush was - different.]
no subject
[Raw honesty. She swallows after she says it, even though the meat is gone.]
I don't remember everything. It all went - strange. Like a storm in my head.
[Storms clear. And she remembers better than she usually does, even though the violence, the physiological violence, the destabilization, makes her hunch a little, scoot closer to the fire, as though she could ward off the chill of it. Normally, when she forgets, it's nothing like this: either total, leaving her clueless and clean, or after-the-fact, quiet fading into a close temporal horizon behind her when she isn't looking, a sweeping under the rug. Whatever she encountered before turning on Bush was - different.]