Approximately 8 months into his treatment, the Grid Man quite unexpectedly developed a second passion which rivaled his passion for grids, which is saying something indeed. This new passion was for rhymes. Remarkably, the Grid Man started writing exclusively in rhyming couplets of perfect iambic pentameter. It is not clear why this happened, although one theory was put forth, championed almost exclusively by the same enterprising Hungarian nurse already mentioned in Chapter 2. Said theory postulates that the Grid Man’s new penchant for rhyming was an unforeseen side-effect to the new medication our hero had recently started, to relieve the aforementioned recurring nightmare of mismapping. Said side-effect targeted an especially obscure corner of the brain’s language center, resulting in an uncontrollable urge and heightened ability to formulate rhymes. Needless-to-say, the doctors considered this a small price to pay in exchange for a good night’s sleep.
The earliest surviving written evidence of this new passion for rhyming is this fragment, curiously titled “A Periodic Table of Rhymes.” One hastens to add that the Grid Man had little interest in chemistry. Our hero’s interest in the Periodic Table was strictly gridular. The observant viewer will notice that much of the text of this fragment is obscured by two prodigious stains: one coffee, the other, blood. Nonetheless, we are able to recreate the entire text, thanks to the later discovery of a small video piece, made in conjunction with one of the Grid Man’s Digital Art Therapy Sessions, in which, amazingly, the identical text reappears verbatim, albeit, in a very different and mysterious context.
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