"You are mad," you say.
"Burn me in the fires of wild heaven," the voice replies, "Like
it never never never would stop. Tell me I'm mad.
Tell me I imagined that. Was it something I didn't say? Or was it something I said? Leave that stuff alone--use me instead!"
You stand there in stunned silence for a moment.
The voice continues. "I know I'm always falling off the edge of the world! I got space in my bed. You've got Egypt in your head. I've got a headful of Troy. Chandeliers and Charlemagne, Fireworks and toys..."
Eat the Plum