Wednesday, August 10, 2011

What Were We Talking About?

Absence of mind is catching.  Or rather it's swarming.  A hive of it has exploded and now the bits and pieces are looking for a new home.  Unlike bees they don't need a queen.  Each piece can find a mind and start a new home, multiplying it's forgetfulness until you can't even think of your own name or age (forgetting one's age isn't necessarily a bad thing, though it can prove embarrassing). 

I think I've been infected.



  1. Oh no! I think I have a chronic condition:)

  2. Maybe it'll lead to shiny new ideas? [g]

  3. Wouldn't that be nice. Sigh. I'm stuck right now.