I feel as if everything, from my larynx to my metatarsals, has been wrapped together and knotted in a neat little bundle; and then this sprightly raucous fellow started playing squash with said bundle, running and kicking around inside my body. My brain goes on and on like a frantic printer without paper. Since childhood, I’ve wondered whether it’s normal or not to feel actual, physical pain as a result of strong emotional exertion. I don’t know yet. It’s bewildering, deafening, difficult. You (don’t) know me, I’m impulsive.