Journo Selene, tyr folk salute. Byr kno Kash vah? Tel mya noteh.
Sometimes, my brain simply works like that. A cacophony of sense and nonsense colliding at a speed too fast for me to process. Perhaps it makes sense in the moment. Perhaps a minute ago I could have tried to convey what I was getting at. Alack, and alas. It is now but nonsense on the screen.
If you were to ask my partner I live with, any one of their headmates could tell you, I can go on for minutes or longer like this, with a smile on my face, inflection, tone, as if it were a language I were speaking known only to me.
Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me.
Sometimes, my brain simply works like that. A cacophony of sense and nonsense colliding at a speed too fast for me to process. Perhaps it makes sense in the moment. Perhaps a minute ago I could have tried to convey what I was getting at. Alack, and alas. It is now but nonsense on the screen.
If you were to ask my partner I live with, any one of their headmates could tell you, I can go on for minutes or longer like this, with a smile on my face, inflection, tone, as if it were a language I were speaking known only to me.
Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me.
