Addled brain
I don’t know about others, but I love being 50, even though who the hell can remember anything at this age? I seem to forget just about all that is about to come out of my mouth. This phenomenon sharpened on May 2nd and has become greatly pronounced every day hence.
Maybe it doesn’t really matter anyway – I was always the Mistress of a Million Details. Fuck the details. Who really cares about minutia anyway?
I’m now thinking big picture because in the big picture you can let a lot of the details just slip around.
So when you are speaking to me, and I act like I’m about to say something, and then I stop midway and have a vacant look in my eyes, remember that I am most likely contemplating larger things – the nature of being and other erudite topics.