The sound of a voice drifts in and out, and though the language is familiar, you can’t seem to extract meaning from what is being said. You follow the speaker’s cadence until a flash of lucidity reveals a phrase. Your mind fixates on it, but it soon begins to swim among the other fragments in your mind, forming nonsensical images until you cannot distinguish what is real and what is imagined. You slip further from consciousness and into a scene at your bathroom sink, toothbrush in hand, preparing yourself for the day, only to be jarred awake to the fuzziness of unwashed teeth.
Letter 13: On Doing
Letter 13: On Doing
Letter 13: On Doing
The sound of a voice drifts in and out, and though the language is familiar, you can’t seem to extract meaning from what is being said. You follow the speaker’s cadence until a flash of lucidity reveals a phrase. Your mind fixates on it, but it soon begins to swim among the other fragments in your mind, forming nonsensical images until you cannot distinguish what is real and what is imagined. You slip further from consciousness and into a scene at your bathroom sink, toothbrush in hand, preparing yourself for the day, only to be jarred awake to the fuzziness of unwashed teeth.