Have you ever seen what insanity actually looks like?
I have.
It starts as a thin white line on the horizon,
not a physical thing you can see but it exists.
As you step towards it, it quivers and shakes like a recording of a voice or a singer.
Closer to the horizon the air around the line distorts and land changes colour;
before it was white underfoot, now turf stretching to a chasm.
The closer to going crazy; the closer to the abyss until you’re stood right on the edge,
ready to fall forever.
Then,
you have to
decide.
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 