Rambling

by JS

I used to have these action figures connected to string that you could anchor to different points in a room and the figures would zip down the string in whatever super future fantasy my young mind wanted to cook up that day.

When I was younger, I came down with the flu and had a fever so high that I started hallucinating. Needless to say, those toys never came out of the closet after that.

Thankfully, I’ve never had a fever that high since my younger, action figure toy days. Though I’m still prone to short bouts of quasi conscious high fever, at least these days I don’t imagine the toys of my youth reanimating and attacking me, Lilliputian style. Instead I just feel like I’m being run over by a truck, repeatedly.