do you ever feel like a dwarf? do you ever feel like you mined the depths of emotions too deeply and now nothing compares? do you ever feel like you’re chasing that dopamine rush and you only ever hit on it every once in a while? i do. it feels like a rare earth magnet pulling my rusted heart right out of my chest. it’s a good thing i’m not as rich as my fantasies tell me i should be. i’d probably end up like heath ledger in a matter of minutes. if i can eat an entire large pizza in a matter of minutes, what could i do with a million dollars chasing after emotional states? i’m already on the edge of reality. i’m a nomad. i’m a vagabond. altered emotions are like heroin to me. maybe i’m an emotional vampire.