I think I turned myself into someone fatter, someone sweatier, someone uglier today. Yes: for a brief moment I was not myself, but a stinking, sweating animal, made of testicle-flesh and ugly with bulges and malformations. I tore myself out from my surroundings and found myself in a beautiful world, wherein the stained walls were beautiful, the soda cans strewn about the floor were beautiful; everything in this stinking, stuffy, cramped, filthy apartment took on a beautiful luster, so that nothing could be ugly. This state of mind lasted perhaps 30 seconds, before I awoke to find myself drumming my fingertips at the sides of my head, feeling my veins pulsing in my temples, utterly unable to explain what was happening to me. I thought for a second, "This is how monsters are created; this is how someone commits murder and every reprehensible act," but then I realized it was probably just a passing fancy, and let it be unexplored.