"Highly Illogical"
“Highly Illogical” From around age 8 I became aware of my alien roots. The messy, irrational humans around me kept confusing me with their inability to make things simple. Their behaviours were indescribably oblique, and right was often wrong. Wrong was often Fun at first. Then became wrong despite still being in the context of Fun and therefore Right. I was often told not to be so serious and have “Fun”, as I was too old for my age. However, my idea of Fun was often burning something or taking something apart. Apparently, that’s wrong… At the risk of causing unnecessary emotional responses in the reader, this was around the time I began to contemplate my mortality. As a member of a family and the wider community and by default humanity. I could feel my isolation from those around me but could not process it other than a sense of loss. I recall leaning out of my bedroom watching the back-garden loom beneath me. I wondered how calm I might feel as I fell, how peacef...