BLINDING REVELATIONS
September 15th, 2023 | San Francisco, CA
I am here again. Here, being as much a state of mind, as it is a place. Similar thoughts invade. They squirm. Like worms made of ideas. Sharp, synaptic pulses, each begging for a morsel of my attention. Hundred. Millions. Billions of them. Squirming inside my head.
I am approaching a sort of addiction. I find myself needing the quiet, rather than simply wanting it. A sort of “fog” falls over my mind. But from within the fog, there are moments of such brilliant clarity that I often weep at their blinding revelations.
I need them. To quiet the noise. There is so much noise. The cacophony is sometimes so loud I ache with the pain of it. My ears bleed. My soul screams.
I fear I am a captive in the panopticon of my own mind. Trapped as both the subject and the observer.
What do I do?
