Marsha's Introduction - sunshine sickness

I suffer from sunshine sickness – it’s not my disease, it’s a disease of the world. I’ve decided that it manifests itself in the following symptoms:

1) The sky becomes completely un-obscured and in doing so dares you to stare in to blue oblivion until you feel that terrifying shudder of smallness.
2) Your senses are arrested by noise (usually drilling or lawnmowers), brightness, and the smell of hot concrete.
3) Futility nestles sweatily in to the crevices of every book, pore and sanctuary and burrows there causing both restlessness and inertia
4) Lack of sleep
5) A cloggy reality that vibrates when you stare at it
6) An inexplicable multiplication of extraverts

 

(In fact, me and Billy wrote made this list together last Summer) If you suffer from sunshine sickness too, then I’d probably like to know you. Chances are we’re strangers. What a waste.