My mood expands and contracts like the universe. Exploding blooms of purple-hot anger, and long stretches of bleak, empty blackness that follow. Nebulous unamed feelings drift in noxious clouds. Sparkling twinkles of little half-thoughts fllit and flash, never in one place long enough to be categorized. The neurons in my brain fire thoughts and pain down long winding webs, stretching from one loadstone to another. When will the Big Bang come? What will happen when it does?