failure to document the loss of one's own mind

failure to document the loss of one's own mind



i lose track of the goings-on around me because, in part, i conserve the ability to interact, meaningfully or not, by using language. conserve. that's a laugh. potted, more like it. without language i have no mind, i pay no mind, i do not mind. the disastrous consequences that this has wrought already are beyond my powers of description. this is a whirlpool that drags me down into watery blackness. although becoming fluid, it seems a waste to stop swimming. whattaya want from me? to die tired?