Fucking Aphasia!

That I can't remember names, but can describe the person in detail or sing the song a certain band made or tell the story from a book from a writer whose name lies on the tip of my tongue – well, all that is one thing, but recently I start to forget the ordinary words. In the middle of a sentence I go blank and what I want to say doesn't come. One would say thinges, but even that fill-up drowns in the mush that's become my brain. I feel like I'm standing in an immense filing archive looking for a little scrap of paper and can't find it. Numerous rows of thinges dance in front of my eyes, but what they are called I do not know. "Isolatie," Mama says, "It looked like bits of insulating material." The clouds disperse. I can breath freely again. Yes, that was the thinges I was looking for. On the other hand I also feel insecure. This has been happening more frequent recently. It's like my brain is going AWOL on me sometimes and leaves me to stare in space wanting to say stuff, but not being able to communicate.

Robotic me: