Let me stumble through this first post-release entry please. I'm not attacking this empty field with the same confidence I had 5 months ago. I don't have all of my weapons at my disposal. The thesaurus of my mind has rusted shut... I have some conditioning to undo before I can manhandle this flashing cursor (that seems to be begging for it) the way I like to.
My brain is mushy.
Mush Brain.
So, I'm out. Out of jail, and it's a little strange, this free reality spools out like an end-of-sleep dream, because for a period of time that's all it was. I couldn't allow myself to remember my life outside of that jail because it seemed so unreachable. I have a little Shawshank thing happening, it's not bad enough to hang myself from the rafters, but there is some adjusting that needs to happen before I'm comfortable again.
My brain is mushy.
Mush Brain.
So, I'm out. Out of jail, and it's a little strange, this free reality spools out like an end-of-sleep dream, because for a period of time that's all it was. I couldn't allow myself to remember my life outside of that jail because it seemed so unreachable. I have a little Shawshank thing happening, it's not bad enough to hang myself from the rafters, but there is some adjusting that needs to happen before I'm comfortable again.
