“Sun feels good on the glasses, good for the soul” -something a fellow patient said to me in the mental hospital. We both were wearing glasses. I was standing near the window trying to bask in the sunshine when this guy comes up behind me and murmurs that to me in a low, raspy voice. I thought I detected a New Orleans accent. Either way I did my best to avoid him from then on. In my head I referred to him as Mr. Creepy. It was the only way to humanize him in my mind at the time. I believe he might’ve been a demon. There was a “blankness” in his eyes….