Maybe this will pass. I am unable to read or understand any of the weekend entertainment radio shows. I’ve done both of those things before quite well.
It reminds me of a David Bowie song QUICKSAND: I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thought/And I ain’t got the power anymore… Don’t believe in yourself, don’t deceive with belief, knowledge comes from death’s release.
I admitted the other day to someone I don’t make sense. I wonder if that has something to do with it. It’s come to light. Maybe I should have kept it secret. Somewhere somebody has found me out.
I’ll keep you informed if it returns but I no longer care about books. I give up: they don’t have what I’m looking for. I’ll try and play my mandolin. And I need a walk today. The pharmacy is holding a script for me.