It. I stayed in a place too long, sat there too long in a mildewy coma, rotting, plotting my escape. I alone there too long, dressed in leisured fungus, casually clothed in recreational cordyceps my awakening, my regaining of conscious ##ness was a burgeoning sensation, a blossoming dawn a budding genesis spored neurons detonating in sporadic capped discharges randomly ignited rotundas of thought