yes, looks like a thick fog is setting in on the thought-maker. no, experts don’t expect it to lift. [not in the foreseeable future]

yes, that’s meant as an explanation. no, that’s not the same thing as an excuse.

most recent glimmers:
- business talk last week in el barrio over two packages of oreos
- wednesday night on kenmare*

scary bits:
- was rolled into an electronic mausoleum at columbia fMRI research center
- a growing fondness for bright, shiny ingestibles
- writing a letter entitled “for the record” that includes the words “deranged,” “hurt” and more than one expletive

it warms my heart and chills my hands to note the former (far) outweigh the latter. thoughts that recur like skips on a record, then stick to my ribs like greasy breakfast. and if they’re extinguished — though i doubt they will — they could only be smothered with an ornate, victorian-style candle snuffer.

and for the record, i think about this so many more times than it seems. probably 300:1. generously, at that.