My head feels like a grey cloud. As I stare at the screen, the feeling of being human, complex, thoughtful, drains away to a bland fog of apathy. All I feel that I think is just the insatiable, empty hunger for another spark of something – anything – that might make me feel, that will give me sense of being more than ‘just’ alive.
I know there are things I should do, that I should write, that I should think, but they’re all too easily dismissed with a simple click that signals another step into that fog.
There’s a voice behind me, screaming that I should turn round, hit the power, do something constructive. I hear it, but …