I have just come from a conversation with my wife. She said that my whole life I have done as I pleased. She told me a moment ago that I am a little boy in a sulk. She has not noticed at all that I was in there, inside, and that we were gone. She does not see at all that anything has changed. That I have been off the modafinil for a year. She did not notice. She is still living in that world. She cannot leap over it.
And now I sit here trying to understand it. She sees the effects, not the cause. A person inside a closed system — whether it is
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