Actually, I don't know if this is some sort of weird evolution, like
one of those things that go click-click-clack in the backyard of my
mind when I cross the gate into the next arcade-game level of worldy
But I have been silent, and my creativity for writing, thinking, everything,
has been at an all-time low. On the other hand, I tend to notice minute stuff
that went mostly unaccounted for before. I don't really like this stage, it causes
me great apprehension, and I hope it goes away soon. Most probably I need another
week like the one I spent in Helsinki. But I might be growing old.