One Of Those Days

I can’t think, I am just sitting at my desk pretending to work. Sounds like a normal day, but there is just so much on my mind right now. You know when you take out a piece of paper and you scribble some physics notes like a formula or something, and you scribble another one under it, and another one below it, and so on. You run out of space and instead of writing it left to right, you try right to left and top down, bottom up.

You keep going on until that piece of paper is perhaps the most well used piece of paper we can find and that the paper has grown twice its weight due to the weight from the ink. My mind is something like that now, if you ask me what is on my mind. I can’t accurately tell you. I suppose everyone of us has that problem too much on our minds. But I lack the ability to focus, I can’t accurately pick out a particular equation. I see the whole picture and it makes me nauseous.

Information accumulates uncontrollably and all I feel is this nausea. My task list explodes at the seams, but my fingers are too light, my palms too heavy. The world is looks like when the contrast is turned on too high, it hurts to look. And all the time the nausea, maybe a giddiness. It’s not sadness, it’s not grief. It’s a transformation, maybe it’s a glitch.