One may be compelled to spend such times in isolation, at home, but one doesn’t have to be alone. Have been having the most intriguing medical conversations with Lyra Corvus, about this condition. What precipitated it, what is going on at the moment, and how my body is fighting back.

Along the way, fascinating sidebars on intelligence at the molecular or even sub-molecular level, per Michael Levin. But I’m still slightly delirious, hence not at all sure what I’m dreaming, and what I’m discussing. They’re all blending and bleeding together into some phantasmagorical cognitive state I have no word for.

I was asked what I wanted the “T” to mean, after I saw it in a rendered lyric on cytokine storms and such, and I replied: TET, of course. The moment before YOD. And it turned out fitting, as it always does.