Technology has turned me into an anesthetized guppy. I'm bug-eyed and bovine in a big bowl of milk. I'm annoyed by reality. I confuse masturbation with sensuality. The pleasant beeps from the tiny gadgets I buy leave me wanting more pleasant beeps from tiny gadgets. Magic flashing lights keep me occupied, in my seat, staring straight ahead. Any coherent stream of thought drowns in a flood of irrelevant sensory data.

"Don't let confusion stifle you. Calmly march forward. Single file. Now."

(i am not certain who is saying that)

Can I regain cognitive clarity? Did I ever really have any? Should I be sad that my tear ducts have dried-up from disuse? Do I want to lose this fuzz, if in doing so I lose my peace of mind?