In the realm of consciousness, the subject eludes me. Why, then, is the performance of cognitive functions accompanied by a momentary experience? Why don’t my cognitive functions go on without emotions?

I am full of woe, and grief makes me a stranger, even to myself. A perceived lack of options causes sadness; I’m told to figure it out. Profound things come to me suddenly, but the meanings I do not always understand—clarity is so rare. Rightness settles in when time itself becomes a deep, slow breath.

I’m less happy with other people; I’m more happy with myself.