A strange feeling.
The urge to write about something but not knowing what that something is. The many ideas for new posts are pushed away by this twisting, turning ineffable something.
An errant thought floating or sneaking around my mind that I cannot quite catch.
Is it a serious thought, an observation on life, a funny tale, an emotional outburst or something else?
I really cannot tell.
Like having that word on the tip of your tongue yet never spoken, but this has the feeling of more than a word. More than a sentence.
Like Roy Neary building a tower with mashed potatoes, this means something but what I do not know.
Was it just a stray exotic particle flying through the cosmos that for a brief moment passed through my brain?
Maybe a Me from an alternate dimension was on the same wavelength as this Me. Could it be a Muse whispering in my ear or an echo from a future that will never come to pass?
Probably just a glitch on the Matrix.
Or am I just tired and latching on to something that does not exist?
A strange feeling.
It turns out I did indeed write about something even though I could not see what it was.