The voices in my head may have been less frightening than the voices in my life.
I’ve spent the last ten days worrying myself into perturbation over my memory loss, mental stutterings, and synpatic misfires: then my phone updated without my permission and forgot the auto-fill curse words and advanced-Charlie-specific vocabulary I’ve spent months teaching it; so, at least I’m not the only machine with disconnect issues, still, I liked it better when after I’d typed “gr” my phone leapt to complete me by filling in “Grey Gardens” rather than its post-update “great”. Blah.
Today’s most used search term to locate me — yes, there is but one thus far in my stats — is a bit less elevated than the “existential longing” search that led people here April 26. But, of course, my hits are much higher. Oh, what a world.