New York City is many things at 2:30 a.m.
Romantic if you’re in love. Philosophical if you’re walking home alone. Regret-adjacent if you’ve just eaten pizza you didn’t need.
But every once in a while, it turns cinematic.
A few nights ago, a man apparently launched himself into what can only be described as a one-man chaos tour of Midtown. Security footage shows him breaking into a restaurant, marching straight to the bar like he had a reservation with destiny, grabbing a bottle of gin, taking a swig, and then smashing glass like he was punctuating a sentence only he could hear.
Then he leaves.
Not because he’s done. Because he’s just getting started.
Next stop was a hotel, where he allegedly punches an employee and grabs a fire extinguisher. Which he then takes next door to a 7-Eleven and discharges like he’s battling invisible flames only he can see.
At this point, I’m not proud to say my brain did not go to crime statistics or public safety policy.
No.
My brain went straight to the movie Men in Black.
Because honestly? If you told me this was the moment when a poorly disguised alien malfunctioned in Midtown, I would not have ruled it out.
There’s something about these sudden, kinetic bursts of destruction that feel less like choices and more like eruptions. Like watching someone’s internal wiring spark and short-circuit in real time.
What was happening in his mind?
Was it panic? Mania? Fear? Delusion? Rage?
Was his brain sprinting so fast the world couldn’t keep up?
Did everything feel urgent, symbolic, necessary, like he was inside a story only he understood?
When people unravel publicly, it rarely looks dramatic from the inside. It usually feels logical. Pressing. Immediate.
The mind is very good at convincing us that the thing we’re about to do is the only possible next step.
Even if that step involves gin, shattered glass, and a fire extinguisher crusade across Manhattan.
We like to imagine sanity as a fixed state in that it is a solid floor we all stand on. But the truth is it’s more like balance. A constant, invisible negotiation between our emotions, our thoughts, our stress, our sleep, our chemistry, our history.
Most days we hold that balance.
Some days, someone doesn’t.
Maybe that’s why stories like this fascinate us. Not because they’re monstrous. But because they’re human.
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psychologistmimi 
SMiLes Dear Miriam Some
Days Some Months
Even Some Years
Or even minutes
or seconds or
Less Yes there
is No letter or word
that FiTS the Human Condition
As Even Those Who Own It May
Be Lost in Never More Land
Attempting to find
THeir Way
Back
Without
Any Map
Just Feeling New
Things in the DarK
Never Experienced Before
Like LiGHT Becoming DarK
Or Cold Becoming Hot
Until We Find
That Yes
No Thing is Set in Stone
For What Blossoms
or Withers
Within
is Sure to
Come to Change
For Instance That Spring
Day in 2017 After a Common
Cold Virus Losing my Sense of Smell
And Taste As of Course Both Are Connected
Until What i Still Describe as The Doomsday Smell
Day Yes i Remember the Day When the Solar Eclipse
Came on August 21st of 2017 Ah Yes the Smell Came Back
The Taste Came
Back All as Rotting
Flesh Coming to Find
That What We Always Counted
On as Smell and Taste The Brain
May Have to Learn How to Do Again
Meanwhile then until all the Adjustments
Come Just Rotting Flesh in Smell and Taste
A Whole Year Until Gradually Smell Came Back
So Many Strange Smells and Tastes And Probably
Never Exactly
What Taste
And Smell
Was Before
Never the Less Our Emotions
Aren’t Only Connected to Smell
That Was So Much Easier than
Losing the Memory of the Feeling of
A SMiLe Indeed there are deeper Pleasures
In Life
Than
Food or
Drink Alone
Never the Less Then Rotting
Flesh Was Then for Taste and
Smell Grin and Bear It With
Great Thanks and Praise
Still of Actually
Feeling
A SMiLe For Real
Some Days You Just Wake Up
And Say Holy CR8P i Had No Idea
Hell is That Grey SHaDE to BLacK Abyss
Even
More
“Dante’s
Rings” Just
Waves that
Go Out and Return
Differently iN Tides
DarK Thru LiGHT
DarK iS LiGHT
LiGHT iS DarK
With SMiLes..:)
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