Paul suffered total confusion twenty four hours a year.
The confusion was spread out to a little over four minutes per day.
It showed up at random times.
It did not announce itself with blinking neon.
The confusion struck him at the art museum.
Paul mistook Vermeer for Cézanne.
The confusion struck him at the ball park.
He mistook ball players for Christians milling about before the lions.
The confusion struck him while asleep.
He was sure he dreamt Alexei Navalny’s Russia dreams.
The confusion struck him observing Patrick Cleburne’s grave.
Paul dug in the dirt to place himself under.
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