In Nov. 2017, I had a full-blown manic bipolar episode. For two weeks, I ran around my house naked recording audio and video and taking notes about my plans to fix the world. These notes are part of that. They were also an attempt to stop talking and fight back against the "pressure to talk" that comes with mania.
This is not a cohesive, edited piece. It's not something crafted for a movie sequence with dramatic music and a profound epiphany at the end. It the raw scribbling of someone in the throws of mania. If you're interested in seeing what that actually looks like, this is it.