It’s been 29 years that I had an accident where the frontal bone of my head almost broke. It’s hardly visible by now, a little more boney than the rest of it.
But since a couple of days, in some unspeakable way my body is back there, trying to process something it could not then.
So it’s cloudy in my head, I’ve a running nose (though this’s because of a cold I got), and back to headaches, and incredibely slow. Maybe my real spirit is finally catching up with me after it had been kicked out for so long…
I’ll tell you tomorrow. But it seems that – even though I ought to work on a 20-30 page essay -, my head is closed for renovation. Come back next week.