#mote078

I have plaque build­up in the crevices of my brain. Those wormy­looking, dark spaces are now filled up with a gooey substance that has the look of uncooked sausage. I’m starting to see objects more as mushy texture. I can’t see their function. I can’t see their purpose. I can only see just how weird things look. It feels nice to collapse the world around me into a soup. I know I shouldn’t just sit here drooling at everything. It’s my fault that viscous globs are filling in my brain. I’m tuning in. I’m conscious of the crud.