How too much soon enough lifts its skirt to reveal nothing at all

To put it the way a particular read.write.as colleague might:

The fact of the paralysis of too much to think about all at once.

(Kind of smiling over the fact that colleague excels in giving this pathetic excuse for a mind way more than it can comfortably handle at once.)

And in another did I appreciate the light shined upon the gnarliness of addiction.

Oh, to physically survive on this instead of on waterboarding my”self(s)” with varieties of logical syntax experience.

And oh, how John Lennon must be twisting – if not shouting – himself all the way to the utterly customer-less Imagine bank....