At the moment, I write with a tired mind. I’m exhausted. I feel defeated. I feel determined. I basically find myself in a blender of emotions. The taste is partly sour and bitter, and a lot of saltiness. Why? Why not? The world is in chaos. Those of us trying to be logical and provide care to those in need, are being forced to go without our key tools in a pandemic. But I won’t go further into details because there’s plenty out there.
I just want to note how my brain is on fire. It feels like it has been struck by lightning and thunder is on a neverending loop. There’s thunder in our minds, collectively. Supposedly, the Roman philosopher, Lucretius argued that thunder was the the sound of hail colliding within clouds. I’d say thst is an apt description for these times.