Best words and lines
And the flow of thoughts, ideas
Come to me while
I am walking or teaching
Or while doing some unrelated chores
And then they disappear
Brain fog I guess
Should I guilt trip myself
For not writing them down?
Or maybe a pardon is in order?
After all brain fog isn’t my fault
And it isn’t the brain’s fault either
We keep constantly overloading it
With information, emotions and sentiments
Evoked by hundreds of visuals
And narratives unfolding
Everywhere all at once
One moment we are infuriated
And next moment we laugh
We cry for a bit too
And then we are confused
Most of the time
I guess the brain too gives up on us
Thinking fast, thinking slow
Long term or short term
Cognition and metacognition
How much can it label and segregate?
Neurons too must be overworked
With all the firing and messaging
I try to remember that string of thoughts
Something that got completely lost
While I went on a scavenger hunt
Looking for war, elections and other news
Doomscrolling
I don’t remember knowing these words
During my growing up years
Brainfog, doomscrolling…
Oh wait…what was I planning
To write about?
Ufff I lost the string of thoughts again
Wonder how James Joyce and other
Stream of consciousness writers
Would have fared in this era?
Will there be a new genre?
A genre of brain fogged writings?
For writers who lose their
Stream of consciousness?
