Where am I going now?
What can I escape from? Or to?
What offers no way out?
What do I want to escape from? And why?
Those are the thoughts of a tired brain. I’ve been tired for two or three days now. I know – experience taught me – that when it’s tired my brain isn’t to be trusted. But I’m trying to be honest and so this is what I’m thinking as I try to look ahead.
I’ll stop now. I’ll publish this as soon as I can. I won’t edit it. Thus you’ll know what I was thinking one Sunday night, between 2256-2307 BST, as I tried to get a grip on where ‘Getting Directions’ has to go now.
Arguably … there’s a deep-seated wariness towards the thoughts of tired brains. But perhaps we shouldn’t dismiss all such thoughts. They can take you in interesting directions that you’d otherwise never visit. You just need to be aware of the dangers too, the risks of tired-mind-thoughts; the extent to which the might be compromised.