Very sick.

You know the winds of change have arrived when there's a sickening piece of air that lingers at the front of your grey brain matter, and that it clouds everything that is inside your mind.
Like the sick, burnt feeling I felt frequently whenever I felt ill when I was young.

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"Short note to the present Edward,

My salutations. Allow me to assure you that you are not burnt out; you are merely attempting to do everything you can to save the world from your evil nemesis/alter-ego, Mister Edvard. Your emotions are not exactly in tuned because perhaps you have lost all the little humanity left in you.
Because you might really be diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive personality disorder, I could theoretically throw you a fish and let you choke on the bones. But since you are prone to choking, my sidekick cat has suggested that allowing you to gag for air without external causes could prove to be a better evil plan.
I look forward to writing your obituary.

Yours most respectfully,
Mister Edvard.

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