Stuck

08.06.02

"It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor."
(Dream/Morpheus/The Sandman, in 'The Kindly Ones' (The Sandman), Neil Gaiman)

I think I might be experiencing the mental equivalent of one of those potential sneezes- you know, when the sneeze stops somewhere between your eyes, the tip of your throat and the bridge of your nose, and you're denied the satisfying release of a good ah-choo? Except, in my case, there are beginnings, endings and the occasional middle running in my mind, but they refuse to be released together, claiming they're not part of the same type of mental snot.

I have things to say, but nothing to say anything with.

Sometimes I hate potential.

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