Huis Clos
I have nothing to say. I can’t think of anything to write. I can’t find anything interesting in the paper. I can’t think of anything that I haven’t said before. I am scared that my brain is devolving. I feel like Charlie in Flowers for Algernon. You know, after he got smart and then started de-smartifying … a long downward ever-faster spiral into dull and unwitted. He must have felt the same way I do right now. Okay so he was a fictional character. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t real.
Someone please give me a topic. Any topic. Anything at all. I will write something on it. Give me a subject, a word, a phrase, anything. Or I’m going to have to start watching American Idol for ideas, and I really don’t want to go there.