I have
been trying different remedies to upsurge my stalling mind into thinking again
and as far as I am concerned, my project can only be deemed as a failure.
My
quest started with glue sniffing which, before I realized it, hardened the grey
matter inside my big skull into a baseball-like knuckle which could only
fantasize stones as eggs and flies as something pleasant and edible.
Technically, glue succeeded in transforming me into a high-tech waste
management consultant with the big dirty and oily sack stack on my back in my
daily zombie walk along the heaps of Ngara.