I am so used to a nonstop barrage of mental noise and narrative that a day when it isn’t there feels like a day in someone else’s mind. I am so mentally exhausted right now that my mind cannot form a complete, coherent sentence. It is literally talking nonsense, crossing disparate streams of thought again and again and short-circuiting with the zzzzz that reminds me I should have slept more. But today this fatigue is not really physical; it is mental. Too many hours solving problems over the weekend, too few relaxing my mind. And so today? Today my normal Magorium Wonder Emporium of a headspace is this dank, echoing tin warehouse where the few fluorescent bulbs still lit buzz incessantly and reveal only the emptiness of the building.
Can you see me? How is that possible? I am not here….