the cold to me—not the runny nose, or the headache, or the coughing, but that horrible feeling that you’re always about a half-step off of your game, and that there’s nothing you can really do to get your mind cleared up again. drink a coffee, splash your face with cold water, do whatever you want—you’re still thinking through cotton, and that’s just the way that it’s going to be until you finally get healthy again.
but even with my brain wadded in that cotton, i still wanted to look at the scene in person. you never know what will hit you when you just look around, opening your mind to everything 