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2:02pm October 4, 2010
[Photo shows a patchwork quilt.] I can’t explain what’s been going on. Too many things. I can occasionally write something, but not about the events of the last day or so. Every time I try it comes out jumbled. Giving it another try though. The latest of a dozen or so. I “woke up” partly through yesterday. Don’t know other words for it. I wasn’t aware, then I was. I don’t know much of what happened before or after that. It wasn’t sleep. (Sleep had been hard. I kept waking up exhausted with a splitting headache.) My mind is either empty, or full of sensory impressions from memory so vivid they almost seem to be happening right now. Sensory impressions are easier, far easier, than ideas or even the most concrete and literal abstractions. So I get immersed in them. Then I can’t explain anything. This all repeats in circles, with several more aspects weaving in and out of it. Lots of shifting abilities.

[Photo shows a patchwork quilt.]

I can’t explain what’s been going on. Too many things. I can occasionally write something, but not about the events of the last day or so. Every time I try it comes out jumbled. Giving it another try though. The latest of a dozen or so.

I “woke up” partly through yesterday. Don’t know other words for it. I wasn’t aware, then I was. I don’t know much of what happened before or after that. It wasn’t sleep. (Sleep had been hard. I kept waking up exhausted with a splitting headache.) My mind is either empty, or full of sensory impressions from memory so vivid they almost seem to be happening right now. Sensory impressions are easier, far easier, than ideas or even the most concrete and literal abstractions. So I get immersed in them. Then I can’t explain anything. This all repeats in circles, with several more aspects weaving in and out of it. Lots of shifting abilities.