
"Listening to him talk about his life is like dive-bombing into a dream. Everything at first sounds normal. But things quickly fall into disorder. The chronology hiccups. Incongruous thoughts collide.
“Charleston,” he says, “I owned property there, in the city proper. The cotton fields were past the city limits. The cotton fields: They were past the city limits. I picked cotton once in my life. But the cotton fields were past the city limits. I lived within the city. We had property there. We inherited the property. Shortly thereafter, I drove to San Diego, California. I was in love with a girl.”
But these pronouncements always arc back to a single idea. It anchors Postell in the turbulent waters of his schizophrenia."
http://www.thestar.com/news/world/2015/07/14/one-mans-strange-sad-journey-from-harvard-law-to-homeless.html