surprised i didn't dream of molly, the molly of the book i'm reading called molly. her life was harrowing, harrowing. maybe i shouldn't talk about it. it's too real. what does real mean. and people you pass all the time have harrowing lives you can't see. you can feel it in their eyes, sometimes. but they act so ordinary. i guess to survive. but when i read a story like molly with the lid off it's amazing and after the details i see how strange we are as creatures, how we act ordinary, except when we freak out and do crazy things, but most of us act like this is normal and we're normal human beings. so what is normal. it's crazy.