Static, white noise, dust, and webs.
This fog is strange and time is shuffling drunkenly down a steep hill, it falls from time to time rolling a bit before stopping to pick itself back up to continue the staggering shuffle onward.
My thoughts are still more fluid than normal. Like a freshly de-fragged computer. The biggest negative seems to be the extreme exhaustion.
I need rest.
I must recharge.
You cannot hope to resurface so quickly from the depths of your own mind
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