"Patients in a fever do not want food, but they do want something, and that vague craving they express as 'longing for something sour.' I want something sour."

~Anton Chekhov

It is not always present (and thank whomever for that), but sometimes the longing for something sour makes the world feel like it's two inches away from my own experience of reality, separated by a sort of buzzing, intangible fog.

Somehow, those days feel a little more real than everything else.