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+date: 2019-08-11
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+> Tell me about mania.
+
+No.
+
+Wait, what? Why are you asking? Weren't you there?
+
+> I was. I...am?
+
+I don't think I'm hypomanic now. On my way, perhaps. I can't sleep.
+
+> I may be, then. Tell me about mania.
+
+No, tell me why you're asking.
+
+> I'm more of a liminal creature, myself. It's hard to keep an ally around when depression slowly shuts down avenue after avenue of reaching one. You, as a reflection of me, become distorted while manic. Fun-house mirrors and blind-spots. I want to hear about it.
+
+No.
+
+Later.
+
+I took a sleep aid. I'm not getting into this now. I was all prepped to write about poly stuff, but you started banging on the door.
+
+[Read](https://writing.drab-makyo.com/blog/omens-and-portents/) [what](https://writing.drab-makyo.com/blog/on-ritual/) [I've](https://imgur.com/gallery/fkrQc) [already](https://writing.drab-makyo.com/poetry/bruise-vision/) [written](/page/8).
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+> I was there when you wrote those.
+
+So? Does that not clarify it?
+
+> Will anything?
+
+Likely not.
+
+I will say, though, that I missed some stuff in my investigation earlier. You did come back for three brief days in November, 2013. It was at a liminal time, but you didn't stick around.
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+> I'll remind you that you ignored me for one of those posts.
+
+Point.
+
+Let's get into mania later. We owe each other that. For now, bed. And tomorrow, something a little less harrowing.
+
+> Ah yes. Polyamory. Known for being easy peasy, lemon squeezy.