One day last week I had ideas. I was clever and funny and felt energized.
Today? Nothing. There is just nothing. I’ve run aground. The few thoughts I have, are all aswirl. There’s no connection and no purpose and no structure to them. It’s all just flotsam and jetsam. I’m becalmed. Adrift in a bucket of turdshit. (The redundancy of turdshit is intentional.)