Within these impressions of every present moment I discover yet again this needless awareness of myself, the loose fractions of recycled thoughts slopped together like portions of mash and gruel served up to me feebly on a dull tan tray by a cafeteria worker with two glass eyes wielding a long serving spoon like a broken puppet might cast about its toy sword. She's helplessly caught in her hairnet behind the counter, lips folded into a simple line which nevertheless takes the most complex origami of thought to sustain for such a span of time, time which upon its dissection would yield a mountainous haystack of seconds, each one constructed with such intricate detail and each one soon blown asunder to lie alone on the moist ground and rot into intangibility, into the undifferentiated murk of dirt.
Yes, this tray of multicolored mash and stew and gruel which mix themselves into each other are so cooked into oblivion I cannot discern the ingredients either by sight or taste or texture. They are something like a dream that you clearly misremembered as soon as you awoke, flattering yourself as you recalled moment after spurious moment to rationalize the driftless and decaying memories which pursue you in your sleep. You disguise their meaningless succession, as we all do, with bizarre and unfounded narratives that tenuously preserve the facade of causality behind which whirls a reality relentlessly threshed and churning in idiot frenzy.
It is this same mind which calls forth incomprehensible dreams that holds more possibilities within its precariously balanced chemistry than any given sliver of conscious experience would ever care to reveal of itself, I remind you that in each moment, whether innocuous and forgotten, or melting with the sweat and tears of profound revelation, all these experiences are negotiated by the same impersonal committee of neurons conspiring together to cast the spells of emotion and perception that find purchase within the sensitive mechanism which was once with reverence deemed a soul.
Minutely pulsing, echoes of persistent interference briefly flutter in unusual directions.
