The hunger and the fog
My brain is guzzling words right now. Like a little pacman, desperate to fill its face with information. My brain is hungry, waking from its long torpor, swallowing novels, articles, reviews, more, more, more. More input. More input. Must have more input.
And then it stutters, mid-sentence, mid-gulp. A frozen pacman, stuck with its mouth agape in a progamme that won’t run anymore. Put the book down. Close your eyes. Computer says NOPE. Pick up phone and scroll, scroll, scroll…
Chez Goldberg 