I stood up, and since a long time I got dizzy. I’m having a moment. How can I use this moment. I am thinking of nothing. I feel free, unburdened, clean, pure, weightless. My voice says, ‘I’m not thinking about anything. I’m thinking about nothing. Apart from thinking about it.’
I’m in a loop of thought process and thinking. I don’t have a clear head. In all the long phases when my mind breathed empty and endured abandonment, my voice thought out loud; echoed never endlessly, constantly questioning the nature of myself and that of reality.