It's amazing how quickly dust and dirt pile up. you don't pay attention for a few days and you have all these contradicting thoughts mulling up your head so that you can't really think. you have to pull out your broom and sweep all the fallen hairs, the dirt from outside, the nameless tiny stuff all over the walls of your mind. i can feel it there, like something stuck in my teeth after a meal, clogging up more important ideas. it's the tasks i have yet to do, or done only halfway; it's the fear about work; it's the snow and salt outside; it's the anger and resentment in people I know; the spoon from my breakfast cereal. All this clutter and dirt and dust. i wish i were disembodied, could spend in my life in my brain and no more. but of course, i'd miss the cranberry sauce, the snow crunching under my shoes, the hug telling a co-worker goodbye. i guess i'll sweep up then, spend some time on those ideas.