To the lady who spoke to me at work.

You were crazy there is no doubt, you accosted me, with my unknowing mind, and relayed your story, with no need to do so, or any motivation for it to be heard. You spoke of torture and scarlet being the colour of your abuse, the evil people that stole the products of your mind and your intention to sue them. To you it was so banal and you relayed it as such, and I listened fascinated at the whole structure of rebellion and willingness to take it to the end; with all those unhampered creations you had within. I was a mere monotony in the spectre of your world that was a reality and an angle of experience that most of us will not achieve. We are trapped in the dream of some nonexistent system called normality, but you broke free, and the terror in your eyes told me it was worth it, and that you walked on the apex between the valleys that the rest of us never dare to look up at because ‘the sun will blind’. 

There was something we shared that revealed you the most and sticks to my consciousness even now. You finished your words, there was nothing left to say and then there was a moment, a short pause in the laborious flow of what everyone else would call time. You looked down, away from me, like a self consciousness, a silence; I guess you weren’t used to people listening to you, responding to the truth you found such a burden and a wonder.  In my role, as the vapid protector of the collective reality maintained by all the peons of the world, all I could say was: ‘thank you’. This is not an appropriate response, but I wasn’t really me and then you were gone as if a wisp of dust through my perception; you did exist and I failed you.

My colleagues responded with the tedious stares and laughing expressions that kept them in the realm of sponsored ‘sanity’, and I laughed with them too because I wasn’t sure, and maybe I didn’t have words for the minds of organisms without a conception of the void quivering just behind their eyes. So I pretended, like I always do, that I was one of them and that you were just another crazy customer that existed beneath ‘our’ grand illusion, propping up the ever wily ego of our reality. I know that's not true and that you knew things that would crack the craniums of those mere mortals.

I experienced something in your being that none of them could comprehend.

I hope we never meet again, but know you are a meaning that has never been revealed to me before and never will again.