Sometimes I wish I was crazy, it would make everything easier.” “If you were crazy,” CH@NG3M3 responded, “how would you know you were crazy?” “That’s a good question,” Patricia admitted. “You would need to have one person who you completely trusted. Like, if you trusted one other person, you could check to see if you were seeing the same things they were.” She chewed her thumb, sitting cross-legged on her brass-kettle quilt, legs tucked under her skirt. “What if you didn’t see the same things?” CH@NG3M3 said. “Would you be crazy?”
