Nothing Thinking

Fasting. Drinking too much coffee. Noise – low roar shoulder to shoulder with soft music. I search imagination for interesting words to type. Nothing. I search intuition for a novel idea. Nothing.

More coffee. More edge. More searching for poetry, for phrases but no more thought than before emerges.

Seems to be the way these days; small effort, less thought.

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