I look up words. Words that strike with a flash and and leave the flesh to sizzle. Oh that word. Will it name my enemy? Clear the cob webs. Let me start a true new path.

Oh shut it! That’s so contrived. Start again.

Head, mind, thick with a swarm of muddled squirrels on the roof. It has no bearing what I call them. Self defining thoughts and words. Looking up definitions and diagnoses. Why am I like this or that? Alexa shut your trap. Not really, I don’t have Alexa.