I couldn't sleep so I decided to hop myself up on caffiene and stay up all night. This came out of my head in the course of about 5 minutes and I'm not sure if it makes me crazy or not. What do you think?

His eyebrows hung low over his eyes, which was an ironic twist of fate considering his thoughts rarely wandered enough to warrant such facial features. If God graced him with anything it was intelligence, although the fleeting nature of his mind rendered most of his thoughts completely incoherent and were generally taken as babble of the clinically insane. He wasn’t quite sure what marked the passage of time that stuck him here, but he knew it was some time in between his father’s death and the passing of his dog Charlemagne. He wondered where Charlemagne was today. Probably food.

Eating in state institutions (or what he thought this place to be) was somewhat of a chore if not a deliberate act of insanity in itself. Forced into a line, patients are funneled through a gamut focused on mental and physical malady. First to the cage, where one received his medication. His was dopamine and some kind of bluish green pill that he thought contained some sort of mind-altering sedative that would set his mind to puppies and lush, verdant fields of green. Somehow they always turned brown and crispy and the puppies ended up as a half-ape, half-man, but he figured that was simply his overactive imagination. That’s what they told him, anyway. The twisted deformities of the mind were supposedly stamped out by the vigilance of what the state deemed minds that were ‘fit for society,' but what that actually meant he would never know.

The last thing he remembered from the outside world was the cityscape of Prague. He was traveling through Eastern Europe on what he thought was a business trip, although he could never remember where he worked or what it was exactly that he did. When the Czech authorities explained through a translator that he was harassing a street peddler with a rotting dead fish in broad daylight, they arrested him and brought him here. He wasn’t quite sure where ‘here’ was, but he knew the guards spoke sparse English and their sharp, edged dialect was not only incoherent but completely alien to him. The crumbling buildings that popped into view through the bars in his window twisted towards the sky like some cruel offering to an angry god, and somehow always looked a dull reddish color. He recognized the jutted jaws and sloped foreheads of his fellow patients were not American, a fact supported by their echoing of the strange language spoken by his cell-keepers.