I pass a girl on the High Street. I think I recognise her face, but I cannot recall her name. She smiles then looks to me as if I owe her something. I struggle for hours to remember who this entity is, but nothing materialises in my mind.
I've spent the last 12 months, learning new things about my mind every day. Epiphanies now as often as coffee. Some new and magical revelation occurs on the hour, every hour.
I learn new theories, new truths and new lies that never replace the existing ideas, but simply merge with them to end in confusion.
I'm spending more and more time alone inside my head these days.
It's time I paid this level of attention to my body.
