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Quizás, Quizás, Quizás

Every day, lately, it feels rather like I am scraping the remains of my mind up off the floor and stuffing them back into my head, in any old order, wherein the rabble will form a simulacrum of a brain and, if I am lucky, attempt some rational thought.

Perhaps I could be rewired.

Perhaps I could not.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…