I am tired. Thoughts lately are a mess of pictures and noises, occasionally coming together to form something tangible, and mostly darting about like little frightened fish, in the sea of my consciousness.
My body aches. It feels less like a body now, and more like an over-sized suit, from which I cannot escape.
I want to hide, and all the while feel ever further compelled to seek out the companionship of people who don't yet feel this way, wondering, will they rub off on me, or will I rub off on them?
It feels as if I'm starting to forget. And to remember...